Going Into the World!

"Good morning."

"Haha. How did you sleep?"

"You're all here early today."

When I opened the door and greeted him first, Turner and Case welcomed him for what they were talking about.

"By the way, when did you two become so close?"

"No, that's how you tied us up. What if he asks us?"

"I don't know. You're the captain, Captain!"

These guys refer to me as the leader of this obscenity with drive. Hehe. You guys too.

"No, isn't the captain Mr. Turner?"

"John, that's an insult. Some people call me" The Mad Captain. "Khh! Hmmm."

"Oh, really? Or not. And Case? But he's still president. He's supposed to lead our meeting."

I thought of Mr. Case. Turner is a hothead, so he's not qualified for the meeting, but Case was the chairman of tens of thousands of Americans online. Now, despite being beaten by General President Levin and losing some of his men to him, he is still a major player in growing America online.

Case founded a company called Quantum Computer before I went to public school, and now he's brought it up online in America. Early on, he opened his eyes to the importance of social media and demonstrated a pioneering focus on user-centric forum services when IBM or its competitors tried to make money using service fees. Later on, as opposed to a shortsighted behavior where competitors charge a fixed service fee of $19.95 per hour, it grew into a large online media company that attracts 20 million subscribers.

One crucial mistake would be to shake the irreversible hand of the merger with Time Warner due to a momentary lapse in judgment. If there had been one or two minor failures, none of them would have been able to hook up in one blow like now, but you should be careful when you go to sleep well.

"Hmm. John, I guess. You're in charge. Business is a sensation, but you seem to be picking it up and doing business. In a way, it was as timely as looking into the future. Technically, of course. A man of your talents is a leader."

Case seems a little discouraged by one big failure.

"But you're going to need a lot of help, aren't you? I could be young and make mistakes."

"Of course. You can't treat an old man in the back. I'm giving you a leader." I'm not even halfway there. We're still in the middle of something. Haha. "

"The old man in the back room? Me? I'm in the middle of something. Tsk." Turner's got a big mouth.

"I have more than one or two businesses now. You two have to help me. If you two can be my mentors, that would be a big help. And this, if you take over this company, is absolutely your help. You're gonna help me, right?"

While I was saying this, I could read Mr. Case's glittering eyes. It was short, but I couldn't fool my eyes. There seems to be an intense mix of anxiety, anger and expectations of new possibilities that are now in the corner.

"By the way, what's Warner Music up to? The deficit is so bad.How can you be so sharp?"

Case looks very curious. Huh.You can't tell me that.

"Hahaha. It's still a business secret. I'm just saying, the whole world is a surprise. No one can imagine."

"Why don't you just tell me a little bit? I'll keep it a secret."

Turner sneaks up on you. Phew... The world knows Mr. Turner has a light mouth... I'm sorry if I'm not crazy. Hehe.

We shared business simulations and various scenarios while having a cup of coffee in Case's office.

Case and Turner are very surprised by the information I've gathered. In my subsequent explanation, both nodded, and Case was able to capture the delicate expectations and the expression that Turner had found something else exciting.

"Then, why is it so noisy outside?"

As we speak, you can hear someone screaming outside. I was wondering what was going on and got up. One glass wall is translucent at the bottom, so you can't see very well from the outside.

I opened the door and came out of the secretary's office because something seemed awkward, and I can see people chatting in the windows over there. At that moment, the secretary opens the door and enters the waiting room with a very surprised look on her face.

"Miss Helen, what's going on?"

"Watch the news. Well, the plane crashed into the World Trade Center."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The secretary's face was half embarrassed and confused. I turned around to ask him something.

"Turn on the TV."

"What's going on?"

"What's the matter?"

Because I don't know exactly what you're talking about or what you're talking about. When I tried to say something, Casey quickly found the remote control and turned on the TV on one wall.

< Breaking News! World Trade Center plane crash! >

[A plane crashed into the World Trade Center. It appears to be a commercial medium-sized aircraft, the exact mechanisms are being identified, but it's not a commercial aircraft with dual-wing jet engines, and we're not sure yet. Witnesses say...]

On the screen, you can see a large hole in the top part of one of the twin buildings of the World Trade Center and a cluster of black smoke rising.

Reporters talk about witnesses as they explain, but they can't make a big deal out of the fact that they haven't had an accurate accident yet. The conclusion was that an airplane that had left the route hit the north tower of the World Trade Center for unknown reasons.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Looks like the plane derailed and crashed."

"What? You said it could happen a long time ago, and now it's happening. Phew."

Case and Turner are also unable to properly relate to the bizarre incident where an airplane crashed into the World Trade Center, one of New York's iconic buildings. Turner kicked his tongue when he said there could be an accident like this before, but it must have been devastating.

I felt the ominous black smoke rising up and down from the crash site at the top of the building, watching nothing but TV.

"Chairman!"

I'm watching TV, and Marco jumps in. I felt something bad about my face that was not normal.

"What?"

My voice goes up without me knowing it. Feeling uneasy?

"Miss Jennifer entered the World Trade Center this morning."

Why was Jennifer there? "

"I have something to buy in the mall underground. And he's having breakfast on the top floor."

"You eat breakfast at the top?"

What the hell are you talking about? I can't believe you eat breakfast there. Jennifer goes to bed early last night and opens her eyes at dawn. As usual, I went to Times Warner early, and you left early to meet Miss Pamela. Well, he did something he didn't do. I'll float.

"I think you mean the Restaurant Window on the World at the top of the Trade Center, which is the only place up there. It's the most famous place in New York. It's considered a tourist attraction because it has good views, but it's also busy in the morning."

"Is this the building where the plane hit?" I hung up on Case and asked her in a hurry.

"Which way do I burn now? I don't know if it's on the screen."

Case looks at my face and blurs the end. The broadcast lacks some explanation. I quickly called Jennifer on her cell phone.

[Thyr. Thyr. Thrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...]

My heart burns while the beep sounds. I felt so thirsty that I drank coffee on my desk. Caffeine seems to quench his thirst as he climbs over the collar, but that's only a moment. I keep getting signals, but I don't get them.

[Customers at the phone number you have dialed cannot answer the phone. You will be directed to your voicemail. Please leave a message.]

"Damn it. Why did he go there?"

Turning your eyes back to the TV, you can see the burning building's smoke shining brighter. It's like poison smoke coming out of the devil's jaws. I couldn't sit down anymore, so I woke up. One minute felt like an hour.

"Have you heard from Brad?"

"Yes, he went into the building immediately after the accident, but there was a communication problem. Just wait a little longer and you'll get a call. Eric's getting in touch with the driver right now."

Brad followed me to the bodyguard, but he's out of touch, too. Where's the telecom company? It's not working.

"Oh, my God!"

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh no!"

"Oh, my God! Ow! Ow!"

As I spoke to Marco, I turned my head to the erupting groaning. Mr. Case, Mr. Turner and his assistant are in the room watching TV and screaming at the same time. I quickly went back into the room, not being able to see a little on the wall.

"Uhh! Kitchen" is a scene that makes my mouth freeze.

While talking about the first collision live on TV, a second plane crashed into another building.

Since we were shooting the building on various angles on every broadcast, the second time we saw a live scene until the plane flew and exploded, the TV shows this scene repeatedly.

[As you just saw, another plane exploded into the building next door. Maybe it's an organized act of terrorism. You're seeing it again at a different angle now.]

On the broadcast, I hear the voices spoken by anchormen and women, which are relatively quiet voices that are not suited to such big accidents. It looks professional, of course, but I was furious because it seemed to be talking about someone else. My mouth bursts with my childhood bigotry.

"Damn it. This is not good."

Marco and Eric have just jumped in to see if they don't understand my Korean, and are looking only at me and waiting for my orders.

"Sir, Brady's in the building looking for Miss Jennifer. The paramedics are just getting in, and they're coming out, so they're going up the stairs. My phone was disconnected while I was in the room trying to make sure my comms weren't working."

"What can I do for you?"

Looking through the TV in a slight mental panic, I woke up close to what Case said.

"Is there a helicopter on the roof right now?"

"Wait a moment."

Casey appears to have gone to his assistant and asked for his phone number to speak to him directly. I think they're available, but they hang up and come to me soon.

"It's morning, so they're both standing by. I've called the pilots. They'll be up soon."

The impatient thirst, restlessness, and pounding heart beat did not end with Case's words, but I was already moving.

"Let's go!"

You step ahead of Eric and Marco and walk out the door to the Presidential Hall. Marco follows me, and Eric runs out to get ready first. I started walking faster and faster in my restlessness.

I went up to the roof, but I couldn't see anyone. Aura was annoyed when she couldn't see the pilot, but she managed to endure the insults that had come up to the mouth of her neck. But inside, it doubled.

It's after 9: 00. It's after 9: 00. Where the fuck is he?! '

"Sir, the pilot left for a while, but he paged me, and I'll be up in 15 minutes, at the latest. I brought a key, just in case."

"Eric, you know how to fly a helicopter, right? You know where it is?"

"Yes, let's go!"

Fortunately, I was relieved to see Erik answering without hesitation. How do you know the pilot went for coffee or poop? From what I recall, Erik has been piloting helicopters for seven to eight years.

Tata, Tata, Tata!

I looked out from the helicopter and I saw New York City and the buildings, and a lot of them. I don't know what's going on in this big city.

When I think of a terrorist attack, I feel 'fear' rising from the depths of my heart to the scene of the accident by helicopter.

I was so surprised and worried before, but when I had a moment like this, the fear that was lying at the bottom raised my head.

"Sir, we're almost there!"

Erik's cry breaks my mind, frowning and thinking all sorts of thoughts. It's not that far south of Central Manhattan, where the Time Warner is, to the World Trade Center. I look up and see the twin buildings with black smoke rising into the sky.

Tour. Tour.

The phone in my pocket vibrates. I quickly opened the folder and yelled.

"Who's Jennifer?"

"John, it's Ted."

"No, why did you call?" Just in case the expectation suddenly collapsed, a harsh voice popped out. Shit, I didn't expect that.

"What if you run away like that? I called some friends on CNN, and they said it was a disaster. I don't want you to go. NYPD helicopter's already up. It doesn't matter if you go. You might not like it."

Turner said I shouldn't be flying around the building, that I should leave it to the police or the paramedics. I'm getting closer and closer to the building as I make the call, but I don't see any helicopters around.

"I'm getting close, and I don't have a helicopter. Just take care of it. You don't have that kind of connections? I believe you!"

I hung up without listening to an answer. Turner. I'm sure someone at CNN knows him. He'll take care of it. Shit. Why aren't there any helicopters?

"Sir, people are hanging from the window. Coming down!"

"What?"

Oh, my God. Approaching the north tower where the first explosion took place, people are shouting half-way out the window, whether it's the smoke. The moment I look at you, I fall down to see who missteps their feet. Ugh. I'm only on a few floors... I can't even get a shape left.

I don't know what the hell they're doing. I can see people coming down in front of me, screaming at the helicopter. It may not be overheard by the loud helicopter, but it sounds like you hear desperate screams.

I couldn't see the faces of those screaming for help, but it felt like they were gesturing to grab me right in front of me. I sighed deeply because of my heartache and sadness.

"Sir, Windows on the World Restaurant is 106 floors. Miss Jennifer may have gone up."

"Really? Get to the roof!"

Artwork Reviews

The 9/11 terrorist incident was erased a few times by the author a month ago. I didn't like the scenario because I didn't really understand it at first, based on facts. Aha! That's why I wrote later.

For reference, Windows on the World was the number one restaurant in New York at the time that made the most money.

On the morning of the terrorist incident, at the time of the plane crash, 72 employees of the restaurant were working, and guests were also very busy as corporate morning meetings and regular guests.

With a view of downtown Manhattan at a glance, it was paid for separately by wealthy customers.

This restaurant with hundreds of people... suddenly, boom, boom, the building shakes. It's the landscape that morning.

What could have happened to me? For the record, this is not Superman. And the author doesn't make the case go away.