Chapter4 " Copy that ! " Michael Reed's voice cut through the comms , firm and steady , like a jolt of adrenaline . From the cockpit channel came the furious roar of Charles Wentworth , followed by the sound of a scuffle . " Michael ! Don't you dare ! I'm the captain ! Evelyn , you insane woman ! " " Get off me ! " Michael's shout cracked like a whip , followed by the dull thud of impact . I pictured him driving an elbow into Charles to force him off the controls . " TA370 to ground ! I have control of the aircraft . Requesting technical support ! Repeat , request instructions to recover from stall spin ! " my satellite call still open , his words went straight to AeroCorp Headquarters and ATC on the nd . Copy TA370 ! Hold steady ! Listen carefully . Full right rudder - now ! Push the yoke forward , all the way ! " " It won't move ! Overload's too high ! " " Then use manual trim - counter - roll ! " Every second was razor's edge . Ground experts barked orders , Michael shouted back strained replies , and the plane shuddered as if ready to come apart . I braced myself in the crew rest compartment , staring through the tiny porthole as the ocean swelled closer , closer . Was this it ? Just as the thought froze me to the core , the aircraft jolted hard . That crushing spin - force vanished in an instant . We had leveled out . Chapter4 4.17 % Michael had done it . At the final second , he pulled us clear of the plunge . The next hour crawled by under his hands and with constant guidance from the tower . The plane staggered and shuddered through the sky , finally limping toward the nearest alternate field . When the landing gear slammed onto the runway , tires screeching across asphalt , the entire cabin erupted - cheers , sobs , and broken laughter blending into the raw relief of survival . I exhaled long and deep , every ounce of strength drained from my body . The cabin doors opened . The first one out was Charles Wentworth . His uniform was rumpled , his hair a mess , but his fury intact . Snarling , he jabbed a finger at me and shouted at the airport security rushing up the stairs . " Arrest her ! This woman ! She lost control , falsified an emergency report , and tried to storm the cockpit - she's a terrorist ! " Sophie Carlisle stumbled out behind him , eyes red , tears streaking down her cheeks as her voice trembling , " It's her ... it's all her fault ... She was jealous of me , so she exaggerated the danger just to ruin my career ... " The security officers ' expressions darkened as they closed in around me . I stood cold and silent , not wasting breath on this despicable pair . And then , a new voice cut through the air . A well - dressed , commanding man descended from first class , followed by several sharp - eyed foreign auditors . His gaze was icy as it locked on Charles . " You're saying she falsified an emergency report ? " Chapter 4