Today marked the first time in over three years of marriage that Niamh had ever set foot on Jonathan’s private jet.
It was an Airbus ACJ319, its matte black fuselage accented by sleek gold striping—a statement of understated luxury and confidence.
On the surface, this trip to Blackspire was for Julian and Susy’s wedding. In reality, there was far more on the agenda.
Business, for one.
Jonathan hadn’t just brought Prescott along—he was also accompanied by several senior executives and staff from the FZZL project, as well as two bodyguards whose athletic build left no doubt about their capabilities.
The FZZL project, which Michael had mentioned before, was a joint venture between The Burton Group and The Thomas Group, with CelestiMed spearheading the research and development of an AI-assisted diagnostic system.
These days, AI had become ubiquitous, woven into countless aspects of daily life and work. AI-based diagnostic systems weren’t exactly new, either.
But the technology was still far from perfect—especially in the medical field, where precision was non-negotiable. So, for now, these systems weren’t as accurate or widespread as they could be.
CelestiMed was a rising star in medical technology, determined to bridge that gap between AI and healthcare.
Jonathan had wanted to break into this sector for some time, but CelestiMed’s main partner had always been The Burton Group.
With CelestiMed based in Blackspire, this trip gave Jonathan the perfect excuse to meet their new hire—a genetics expert, according to the company, who could help create gene-based data algorithms for the FZZL system. The goal: to reduce diagnostic errors and make the system far more accurate.
Michael wasn’t on this trip. Since Jonathan had ceded the Northriver property to him, Michael’s focus had shifted entirely to that project.
Business wasn’t the only thing on Jonathan’s mind in Blackspire. He and Niamh were also finalizing their divorce.
Unlike the convoluted process in Aldonia, Blackspire’s system was refreshingly straightforward: both spouses merely needed to sign the paperwork and submit it together at city hall.
Here, all it took was handing in a jointly signed agreement to the court. Once approved, they’d receive a divorce certificate—a simple, official end to their marriage.
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