Chapter 6 - The Air Marshal
"I'll kill you!" Richard shrieked, completely abandoning his civilized, high-society persona.
He lunged across the row, reaching his massive hands out to violently choke the tiny woman who had just dismantled his entire life.
But Margaret didn't even raise her hands to defend herself.
Before Richard’s fingers could even brush the fabric of her cardigan, a massive, heavy hand clamped down on his collar from behind.
"Step back from the passenger. Now!" a booming, authoritative voice roared through the cabin.
An undercover Federal Air Marshal, who had been sitting quietly three rows back pretending to read a newspaper, violently yanked Richard backward. Richard thrashed wildly, screaming obscenities, entirely blinded by his apocalyptic rage.
"Do you know who I am?!" Richard spat, trying to elbow the federal agent in the face. "I am Richard Vance! I am a billionaire! Take your hands off me, you glorified mall cop!"
That was the absolute worst mistake he could have made.
The Air Marshal didn't hesitate. With flawless, brutal tactical precision, he swept Richard’s legs out from under him. The towering, arrogant CEO crashed violently face-first into the carpeted floor of the economy aisle.
Two male flight attendants immediately rushed forward to assist.
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Within ten seconds, the billionaire was completely immobilized on his stomach, gasping for breath as the heavy, inescapable weight of the federal agent pinned him to the floor.
👉 Richard tried to threaten his way out of the restraint, but the plastic zip-ties were about to deliver the ultimate humiliation.
