two years.
He constantly referred to it as his corporate jet.
Everyone around him believed it belonged to Prescott Technologies.
It didn’t.
The aircraft belonged to one of my family’s holding companies.
I had simply never bothered correcting him.
Like so many other things I provided, he had used it long enough to forget it was never his.
“Not yet,” I told the flight attendant. “Let them go.”
She nodded.
Through the narrow cabin window, I could still see Jasmine leaning toward Aaron.
He already looked relaxed again.
He didn’t
