Chapter 2 - Not Your Flight
Sabrina’s smug smile subtly faded as she watched Claire descend the illuminated jet stairs onto the sunlit tarmac.
At the bottom of the stairs, Captain Elias Monroe stepped forward, adjusting his pilot cap. He looked at Claire with deep respect and immediate caution.
"Should we cancel the flight, Mrs. Whitmore?" Captain Elias asked, his voice steady and professional.
At the top of the jet stairs, Grant appeared in the doorway, his face flushed with confusion and irritation. "Cancel my flight? Elias, what are you talking about?! Get back in the cockpit!"
Claire stopped beside a gleaming black luxury SUV waiting on the tarmac. She slowly turned around, adjusting her white coat over her shoulders as she looked up at her husband standing high above her.
"Cancel my flight?" Grant repeated, his confidence beginning to crumble.
Claire looked at him with icy detachment. "It isn't your flight, Grant."
Grant’s confident expression collapsed into stunned silence. Behind him, Sabrina stepped into the doorway, suddenly looking pale and tense.
"What do you mean it's not my flight?!" Grant demanded, stepping down one stair. "I am the CEO of Whitmore Global!"
"You were the CEO," Claire corrected him, her voice echoing across the quiet airport tarmac. "And this jet is registered under Whitmore Logistics—a subsidiary owned entirely by my trust."
In that exact moment, the smartphone in Claire’s hand vibrated sharply. She glanced down at the illuminated screen. A high-priority encrypted message appeared from her chief legal counsel.
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Her calm face changed almost imperceptibly as her eyes scanned the text.
Claire slowly raised her eyes back toward Grant, her gaze locking onto him like a lethal blade.
