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

kind you take after leaving a burning house.

Palm Beach was warm when we landed.

Too warm.

The air smelled like salt, hibiscus, and money trying not to sweat.

A black SUV waited beside the hangar.

Mara sat inside, wearing a navy suit and the expression of a woman who billed by the hour and enjoyed precision.

She handed me a tablet before the driver pulled continue reading …