Chapter 7 - The Zip-Tied Billionaire
"You're assaulting a VIP!" Richard wept into the carpet, his nose bleeding slightly from the impact. "My lawyers will destroy you! I will buy this entire airline and fire every single one of you!"
The Air Marshal simply pulled a thick pair of heavy-duty plastic zip-ties from his belt.
Zzzzip.
The sharp, incredibly satisfying sound of the thick plastic tightening around Richard’s wrists echoed through the silent cabin. The arrogant CEO’s hands were firmly bound behind his back.
"Under federal aviation law, you are under arrest for assaulting a passenger and interfering with a flight crew," the Air Marshal stated coldly, dragging Richard roughly to his feet.
Two hundred economy passengers erupted into spontaneous, thunderous applause.
The flight attendants didn't let Richard back into his seat. They dragged the furious, humiliated billionaire to a hard fold-down jump seat at the very back of the plane, near the restrooms. They strapped him in tightly, entirely isolated from the rest of the cabin.
For the remaining two hours of the flight, Richard sat in absolute, suffocating agony. His wrists burned. His pride was shattered. Every time a passenger walked back to use the restroom, they looked at him with sheer, unadulterated disgust.
Meanwhile, up in row 24, Margaret peacefully ordered a cup of chamomile tea.
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She spread her legs out comfortably, enjoying the absolute, luxurious vastness of having the entire row completely to herself.
👉 The plane finally began its descent into New York, and Richard thought his expensive lawyers would be waiting to save him.
