She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

behalf.

Because she had said too much.

That was the problem with mistresses who are promised kingdoms.

They start redecorating before they check the deed.

I removed my gloves carefully.

One finger at a time.

Then I looked at Captain Reeves again.

“Captain,” I said.

“Who is listed as the registered owner of this aircraft?”

His face changed.

Not dramatically.

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