She Gave Him My Private Jet

The words from the flight coordinator hit me like a sudden loss of cabin pressure at forty thousand feet.

They told me the jet belonged to a Mr. Tyler Corey. They suggested I leave. Immediately.

Just moments ago, I had been the one holding all the cards, ready to humiliate the arrogant kid standing in front of me. I had even sent the ground crew to pull the ownership records, confident that the paper trail would crush him.

He had been screaming, louder and more entitled by the second, claiming the plane was a gift from his wife just last month. He insisted he couldn't possibly be mistaken.