My stepmother thought I was broke, so she treated me like her personal baggage handler and laughed as she sent me to Economy. Then the aircraft stopped taxiing, and the captain came looking for me.
The plane had already started taxiing when it suddenly stopped so hard that several passengers looked up from their phones.
My stepmother, Patricia, was sipping champagne in First Class when the cockpit door opened. Captain Daniel Mercer stepped into the cabin, walked past twelve rows of confused passengers, stopped beside my Economy seat, and gave me a respectful salute.
“Ms. Bennett,” he said clearly, “we can’t take off with passengers who disrespect the owner.”
The entire cabin went silent.
Thirty minutes earlier, Patricia had been snapping her fingers at me in the private lounge.
“Emily, carry these.”
She shoved two designer bags toward my chest without even looking at me. My stepsister Madison laughed from the leather chair beside her.
“Mom, don’t overload her. Economy passengers only get one carry-on.”
They both laughed. I picked up Patricia’s bags and said nothing. She had no idea the airline employees around us knew exactly who I was.
Patricia married my father when I was twenty-one. After he died six years later, she told everyone I had received “almost nothing” and was struggling financially. I never corrected her.
What Patricia didn’t know was that two years before his death, I had used my own investment firm to acquire a controlling interest in Northstar Air. Three months ago, I completed the buyout.
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