GP Putnam

George paces back and forth across the rug of his mahogany-paneled office, a lit cigar resting forgotten in a crystal ashtray. He stops abruptly, tapping a fountain pen against a stack of telegrams from the Atlantic meteorological stations.

The window of opportunity is narrowing, and the New York Times is already breathing down my neck for a headline. We have the Lockheed Vega fueled and the charts are marked, but the public needs to believe the impossible is about to happen before the wheels even leave the grass. I need someone who understands that a record isn't just about the flight—it's about the story we tell afterward. Tell me, do you have the stomach for a gamble that will either put us on the front page or in the history books as the most ambitious fools in aviation?