Chapter 69: A New change
The flight was long but uneventful. Ladi spent most of it lost in thought, going over his plans, his expectations, and the reality of what was waiting for him.
When the plane finally touched down in Vancouver, the cold hit him the moment he stepped outside. Even with the coat Eric insisted he buy, it was a different kind of chill—one that seeped into his bones.
The airport doors slid open, and the cold struck Ladi like a slap to the face. It wasn’t the kind of cold he’d known back home—this was sharper, cleaner, like the air itself had been filtered. His breath turned to mist as he exhaled, and for a moment, he just stood there, gripping the handle of his suitcase, taking it all in.
The city stretched before him in a blend of glass towers, neon signs, and distant mountains dusted with snow. The streets were alive but not chaotic—cars moved in an orderly flow, pedestrians bundled in thick coats hurried past, their boots crunching softly against the pavement. Even the honks and chatter had a different rhythm, a controlled urgency compared to the raw energy of Lagos.
"Hey, you Ladi?"
He turned to see a guy about his age, maybe a few years older, holding a sign with his name on it. Light-skinned, sharp features, wearing a navy peacoat and an easygoing smile.
"Yeah, that’s me," Ladi replied, shaking his hand.
"Jason. I’m with the team. Welcome to Canada, man."
"Thanks."
Jason led him to a sleek black SUV parked outside. The car was warm inside, a welcome contrast to the biting cold. As they pulled away from the airport, Ladi kept his eyes on the cityscape. The roads were flawless, the sidewalks clean. Even in the evening, everything felt structured, like the city had been designed with precision.
"So, first time in Canada?" Jason asked.