Mirror Crown
Xavier stood at the helipad atop Blackwood Tower, the wind teasing his coat as if the city itself wanted to bow before him. The skyline was his throne room now—and it wasn't enough to just look powerful. He wanted the world to hear him coming.
He wanted to fly.
Not just any ride.
He wanted the best.
Back in the office, he leaned forward at the desk, flicking through the company's secure tablet, when he turned to his assistant without even lifting his eyes.
"Get me the list of the top-tier helicopters. I want the number one on earth. Price doesn't matter."
Her eyebrows twitched, but she kept her voice steady. "Uh… for personal use or business transport, sir?"
He looked up, eyes cold. "I don't move for business. The world moves for me. I want presence. Not a ride. A statement."
"Yes, sir."
An hour later, she returned with a detailed dossier.
"The most recommended for a man of your… caliber," she said, placing the file on his desk, "is the Airbus ACH160 VIP Edition. Customized interiors. Noise-reduction rotors. Leather seats imported from Milan. Personal champagne bar. Speed? Untouchable. Comfort? Like a hotel suite in the sky."
Xavier flipped through the photos.
It looked less like a helicopter, more like the Batmobile mated with a billionaire's dreams.
"How long for it to be mine?"
"We can start acquisition and customization immediately. Six weeks delivery."
He paused.
"Make it four. I don't care who you have to push out of the way."
She hesitated, then nodded. "Understood."
He looked out the window again. The city looked so small now. Too small.
Why crawl through traffic when the sky was waiting?
"I want it black," he said suddenly. "Matte. With gold accents. And when I arrive anywhere, I want it to scream one thing."
She raised an eyebrow. "Which is…?"
He turned, smiling for real this time. Not the fake Christian smirk—but a Xavier smirk.
"That a king just landed."
She scribbled furiously as she walked out.
As the door closed behind her, Xavier leaned back once more and stared at the ceiling.
He was no longer the guy cleaning rooms, hiding from life.
He was above the world now—literally about to fly over it.
And the crown?
Yeah… it fit just right.