A Baby for the Billionaire

48

KEREM

"I want to see my wife's body."

"Sir, as a representative of Yen Airlines, I must inform you of aspects that were discussed with your lawyer and we cannot reiterate them passenger by passenger."

"More than three hundred people died because of you and now you come to tell me that you don't have time to take care of each one."

"It is not what I am saying. I mean that we already took care of each one, and we cannot be repetitive in a situation like this."

"A situation where two passengers turned up five weeks later. FIVE WEEKS" these last words come out in shouts. The people around seem to start to get even more tense, they have come here hoping to be told that there may be more survivors, but they remain skeptical.

I need to know about it, I need proof.

They have divided us into small group rooms, around twenty to thirty people in rooms full of relatives who carry illusions, dreams, expectations. It is not possible that they decide to play this way with something so serious that they have tried nothing more than to minimize since we arrived at their blessed meetings after the accident against those Rockies Mountains.

And the worst part is that so far the company can get out of this whole situation unscathed, with detestable impunity.

"If you allow me to comment" another of the men present intervenes with a woman at her side who hugs her elbows and seems to have a lost look, like someone who hasn't rested for a long time, "our son was only twenty years old, he was returning from a season with the family to his university scholarship in Canada and we worked very hard for each flight that we had to pay for him so that he can make his dreams come true," he explains with a broken voice. And I understand if the man wants to see his wife, but there are also rules that we must accept with all the pain in the world so that the situation can take its course on behalf of our family and friends..."

"It's not that, it's not. I need data to confirm the theories, my wife, her son or anyone could be wandering around urgently needing help while we cry with the belief that they won't return" I intervene.

"We all need a dead person to bury" another woman intervenes, "My ex-husband was traveling on that plane and I want to know if that bastard will never return or if there really is an option that he can wander in an inhospitable town as has already happened ."

"Please, we ask you to bring the meeting to an order so we all understand each other" adds the managerial administration subject. "We have a team working 24 hours a day to be able to recognize dental pieces and remains that are still difficult to determine."

"Then double the staff!"

"For reasons of confidentiality, a team that exceeds what has been found to be appropriate is not convenient, and I say this as a forensic expert" warns another woman present.

"Sir," the airline subject returns. "If we still could not deliver the remains of the body of the deceased woman."

"My wife. Her name is Zara, not "remains of the body", she is the mother of my son who has not even turned one year old yet and you condemned him to grow up without a mother."

"We do not condemn anyone, it is still being investigated why the pilot acted the way he did. The fault was not with the plane, all the reports date from perfect condition and it would be convenient for you to get up to date with your lawyer because they inform me that in these weeks you have not signed the notification documents with the progress of the investigation—he warns with a mobile in hand.

"Did you want me to sign that they don't have the slightest idea what happened to my wife?"

"A turbine exploded on impact, more than sixty people were charred in the act that happened," he warns.

"Find the body!"

"The insurance is already liquidating what corresponds to..."

"There is no money in the world that can compensate for the lack of our relatives and loved ones!"

"And we know that, but it's also important that you be able to follow the protocols until you have concrete information on the points that haven't been able to shed light yet, but sooner or later it will happen."

"Do you know where you can shed light on me?!"

"Sir, I think we'd better go outside..." Neville warns, interjecting to the point that I'm barely beginning to hear him. Before, I wasn't able to pay enough attention to his words.

"Coming here was a waste of time," I warn, turning around and leaving the place, slamming the door.

Neville comes after me without delay, appearing to catch up with me and watching my every step as I leave the office.