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

the entire thing.

At first, he was angry.

Then incredulous.

Then pale.

By the end, he looked like a boy who had broken a window and discovered the house was made of glass.

After the board left, only five of us remained.

Me.

Mara.

Graham.

Bradford.

Evelyn.

Sienna lingered near the doorway, as if someone might still claim her.

No one did.

That was the cruelty of continue reading …