Her Husband Ordered Her to the Back of the Private Jet So His Mistress Could Sit Beside Him — Until the Pilot Walked Out

Grant let out a nervous, strained laugh, trying to reassert his dominance. "What are you talking about, Claire? I chartered this jet through the corporate account. I am the CEO."

"You were the CEO," Claire corrected smoothly, leaning gracefully against the black SUV. "As of 8:00 AM this morning, the holding trust executed an emergency executive override. You are officially terminated for gross financial misconduct and embezzlement."

"You can't do that!" Grant shouted, panic finally bleeding into his voice as he descended another step. "The board has to vote on a termination!"

"I am the board, Grant," Claire replied, her tone dripping with icy condescension. "I hold seventy-two percent of the voting shares. The executives sitting inside that plane right now are currently receiving the internal memo."

Right on cue, the muffled, chaotic sound of a dozen cell phones ringing and buzzing simultaneously echoed from inside the jet cabin.

Sabrina gasped, looking over her shoulder into the cabin as the executives began murmuring in shocked, panicked tones.

"Furthermore," Claire continued, holding up her cream structured handbag, "because you used embezzled corporate funds to finance this trip, the legal department has frozen all corporate credit lines assigned to your name. The jet is grounded. Your access passes are deactivated."

Grant’s hands began to shake violently. He reached into the pocket of his tailored black suit, pulling out his smartphone. The screen was flooded with red emergency notifications from the corporate bank.

ALERT: ALL ACCOUNTS FROZEN PENDING FEDERAL AUDIT.

"Claire... please," Grant stammered, the arrogant billionaire persona entirely stripped away, leaving a pathetic, terrified man standing on the stairs. "Let's go home and talk about this. Don't do this in front of everyone."