Samuel nodded upon hearing that there was no bomb, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Thank God, he thought, as the adrenaline began to wear off, leaving him feeling drained.
The lifeboats carrying the rest of the crew were already making their way back to land. The movie production had been postponed, and the priority now was getting everyone safely to shore. The helicopter flew over the open sea, the wind rushing past, until finally, the port near Lily Oceanic Industries came into view.
They landed smoothly, and the moment they stepped onto solid ground, Samuel felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The fear that had been clawing at his mind finally released its grip. He looked at Zinnia, who was holding onto his arm.
"We're safe," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "It's over."
Zinnia leaned into him, her own relief palpable. "Yeah," she whispered. "Thank God."
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