A tired mom and her infant fell asleep leaning on a ceo mid-flight — when she woke up, she couldn’t believe what happened a tired mom and her infant drifted into sleep leaning on a ceo mid-flight — and when she opened her eyes, she couldn’t believe what had just happened…
Seattle-Tacoma International Airport was shrouded in the characteristic gray drizzle of the Northwest. Sarah carried four-year-old Leo in her arms. The boy had a fever, his body burning hot against her shoulder, his heavy breathing fanning against her neck.
“I’m sorry,” the check-in officer said, looking at Sarah with concern. “Economy class is overbooked. But because of your child’s condition… we have a seat available in First Class. We’ll upgrade you free of charge.”
Sarah almost burst into tears of relief. She had stayed up three nights to complete her paperwork. She was on her way to Washington D.C. to meet a senator – her last hope of saving her small town from the polluted water.
Sarah stepped into First Class. The luxury, quiet, and the scent of expensive leather were a stark contrast to her chaotic life. She found seat 2B.
Sitting in seat 2A, by the window, was a man in his 50s. He wore a bespoke charcoal suit and was typing incessantly on his latest MacBook. His face was cold and sharp, exuding the authority of someone accustomed to giving orders.
Sarah recognized him instantly.
It was Elias Thorne, CEO of Chimera Corp – the chemical corporation she was suing. The man responsible for Leo’s leukemia and that of hundreds of other children in Oak Creek.
Sarah froze. She clutched her tattered backpack to her chest. Inside was a hard drive containing environmental monitoring data she had stolen from a former Chimera employee. It was her only evidence.
Elias Thorne didn’t look up. He was too busy to notice a simple country mother and her sick child. He didn’t know Sarah. She was just one name among thousands of anonymous lawsuits.
Sarah sat down, her heart pounding. She was about to ask to change seats, but Leo started to fuss.
“Shhh, be good, honey,” Sarah coaxed, but the boy continued to whimper.
Elisa Thorne stopped typing. He turned and took off his noise-canceling headphones. Sarah held her breath, waiting for a complaint or a look of disdain.
But Elias only looked at Leo for a moment, then sighed. He reached for the airline’s cashmere blanket and handed it to Sarah.
“Cover him,” his voice was low, emotionless but polite. “Children with fevers often feel cold when the plane ascends.”
“Th-thank you,” Sarah mumbled.
The plane took off. The gentle turbulence and the low hum of the engines quickly lulled Sarah to sleep. She was exhausted. She told herself she’d just get a little nap. She hugged her backpack tightly to her chest, her arm around Leo.
Just a little…
Sarah woke up to a slight jolt as the plane passed through turbulence. She opened her eyes in alarm.
The clock on the entertainment screen showed three hours had passed.
She looked down at her hands. Her backpack was still there.
She looked to her side.
Her heart stopped.
Leo was no longer in her arms. He was nestled in Elias Thorne’s lap.
The powerful CEO, known as the “Cold-Blooded Shark” of Wall Street, was letting the child sleep soundly with his head resting on his shoulder. One hand held the boy’s back to prevent him from slipping, the other scrolled through his iPad.
Sarah was speechless. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Her enemy was holding the son his own company had poisoned.
Seeing Sarah stir, Elias turned to her. He put a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.
“He stirred,” Elias whispered. “You were sleeping so soundly that it slipped over to me. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Give… give it back to me,” Sarah said, her voice trembling with fear. She quickly took Leo.
Elisas stared at her. His gaze changed. Gone was the polite, social demeanor. It was the look of a predator that had just spotted its prey.
“You are Sarah Miller,” Elias said. Not a question.
Sarah clutched the baby tightly to her chest. “How do you know?”
Elisas smirked, pointing to the backpack on Sarah’s lap. The zipper of the side pocket was wide open.
“You slept very soundly, Sarah. And you were very careless.”
He raised his right hand. Between his long, well-groomed fingers was a small silver object.
The hard drive.
Sarah’s blood froze.
“I was wondering who stole the data from lab number 4,” Elias said, his voice chillingly calm. “Turns out it’s a single mother. You were planning to take this to Washington for Senator Wilson, weren’t you? I just skimmed through a few files while you slept. Quite impressive. Enough to land me in jail for life.”
“Give it back!” Sarah lunged, but Elias quickly slipped the hard drive into his inner vest pocket.
“Don’t make a fuss, Sarah. We’re 30,000 feet up. Are you going to yell that I stole your stuff? Who would believe you? A poor mother with a sick child, or the CEO of the most tax-paying corporation in America?”
Elias leaned closer to Sarah, the scent of his expensive cologne making her nauseous.
“Listen. I’ll keep this. In return, when I land, I’ll transfer $5 million into your account. You can take the boy to Switzerland for treatment. He’ll live. But if you try to resist… you know how good my lawyer is. You’ll never win.”
“That’s impossible. And the boy will die before the first trial begins.”
He patted Sarah on the shoulder.
“Consider this a win-win deal. You save your child.” “I saved my company.”
Sarah sat motionless. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at Leo, who was sleeping soundly, his breathing weak. $5 million. A chance for her son to live. But the price was silence in the face of the deaths of hundreds of other children.
Elias smiled triumphantly. He turned back to his iPad, as if the deal was done. He plugged the stolen hard drive into his iPad via an adapter, perhaps to check it more closely or erase the data.
The plane began to descend. The lights of Washington D.C. twinkled below.
Elias Thorne pulled out the hard drive and carefully put it in his pocket. He stood up and adjusted his tie.
“You made a wise decision, Sarah,” he said as the plane taxied to the gate. “The money will arrive tomorrow morning.”
He stepped off the plane first, head held high, with absolute confidence.
Sarah carried Leo behind him. She wasn’t crying anymore. She took She took out her phone, turned off airplane mode.
A barrage of messages and notifications flooded in.
Sarah smiled. A cold smile that Elias Thorne had never expected.
She wasn’t careless. She wasn’t asleep enough to let him rummage through her belongings without her knowing.
She was awake.
She had peeked at him taking the hard drive. She had let him take it.
Because that hard drive was a Trojan Horse.
At the Reagan Airport arrival hall.
Elias Thorne had just stepped out of security when he was stopped by a sea of camera lenses and flashlights. But not financial reporters.
It was the FBI.
“Elias Thorne, you are arrested for violating the Environmental Protection Act, bribing officials, and unlawful possession of data,” an agent held up his badge.
“What?” “Are you crazy?” Elias roared. “Do you know who I am?”
The agent held up a tablet.
“Mr. Thorne, 20 minutes ago, from the IP address of your own iPad, a large amount of confidential data about Chimera Corp’s illegal waste disposal was automatically uploaded to the servers of the FBI, the Washington Post, and the New York Times.”
Elias froze. He fumbled in his jacket pocket, where the hard drive was still lying.
Sarah walked past him, carrying Leo in her arms. She stopped, looking directly into the eyes of her panicked enemy.
“You…” Elias stammered. “What did you do?”
“I’m not a computer expert, Elias,” Sarah said softly, just loud enough for him to hear. “But my ex-boyfriend is. He installed some automated software on that hard drive.” “It’s programmed to activate automatically as soon as it’s connected to any device with internet access.”
“You deliberately let me get it,” Elias groaned.
“I knew you’d rummage through my things. You’re an arrogant man, you want to control everything. I needed you to plug it into your computer, use your fingerprint and FaceID to unlock network access. That way, you’d be the one leaking evidence against yourself. Your lawyer wouldn’t be able to argue that I fabricated or stole the evidence. The digital footprint is yours.”
Sarah looked at him one last time.
“You’re right, Elias. Children with fevers often feel cold.” But a mother cornered is far more ruthless.
Sarah walked away amidst the flashing lights, leaving Elias Thorne collapsed in a police cordon.
The next day, Chimera Corp’s stock plummeted. Senator Wilson announced a federal investigation.
And Sarah? She didn’t get the $5 million. But she did receive a check from the victims’ compensation fund, enough to pay for Leo’s treatment.
In the quiet hospital room, Sarah opened her phone. The photo she had secretly taken of Elias Thorne holding Leo while they slept on the plane had gone viral, but with a new caption from the major newspapers:
“The devil’s last sleep before being caught by the law.”
