Bowing to Power

After landing, Glenn Carrell stepped off the plane, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor of the bustling airport.

With a smirk, she adjusted her sunglasses and ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair. The glamorous aura that surrounded her made people's heads turn as she walked through the terminal, each step exuding confidence.

Moments later, as she made her way to the exit, a sleek black car with tinted windows pulled up to the curb.

The chauffeur stepped out, opening the door, and Glenn gracefully slid into the back seat. The car, organized by EXAT Inc., was a black Mercedes-Maybach, and she could feel the envious gazes of onlookers as the vehicle glided away from the airport, leaving the chaos behind.

With the engine humming, Glenn took out her phone and dialed her mother's number. The phone rang a few times before her mother picked up.

"Hello, darling! How was your flight?" Mrs. Carrell's warm voice filled the car.

"Fabulous, Mom. You know how it is when you