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

audience.

Perfect.

Sienna looked delighted.

Not happy.

Delighted.

The difference is cruelty.

“Oh,” she said.

“She came.”

Graham closed his eyes briefly, as if I were embarrassing him by existing.

“Claire, don’t make this harder.”

I looked at my luggage.

Then at him.

“Harder than what?”

Sienna lifted a manicured hand.

“The pilot already has the updated manifest.”

She continue reading …