Jasmine strode into Heathrow's Terminal 2, her British Airways captain's uniform a beacon of authority. The polished floor gleamed like liquid silver beneath her boots, whispering secrets of far-off skies. Behind her, a phalanx of women followed, their presence like a tide surging with quiet power. Eyes lingered, curiosity crackling in the air like static. The terminal seemed to bow, its walls holding their breath, as confidence took flight
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