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

beside me.

Captain Reeves approached quietly.

“Mrs. Whitaker, would you still like to depart for Palm Beach?”

I looked at my phone.

Three messages from Mara.

Board notice sent.

Emergency injunction prepared.

Security team at Palm Beach house confirmed.

Press leak contained.

I leaned back in my seat.

“Yes, Captain.”

My voice did not shake.

“Take me home.”

The engines continue reading …