pilling a messy collection of clothes onto the aisle carpet. From the wreckage, a shard of blue and white porcel

ou clumsy bitch!" he roared, his voice cracking with fury. He point

d knot in her stomach. "Sir, the accident happe

p forward, his bulk looming over her. He raised his

flight attendant st

onger. It clamped around Rick Tucker's wr

with a silent, predatory grace. He held Tucker's wrist, his expression utterl

ne smooth, effortless motion, lifted it and slotted it into the overhead bin. He closed the compa

inclair Global aircraft," he said, his voice quiet but carrying the

ight, almost imperceptible t

service on my airline, you can discuss it with me now. Or," he paused, letting the threat hang in the air, "

ent through her chest. She ruthlessly crushed it. He wasn't protecting her. He was pr

to lecture her, to gloat. But he walked past her during disem

ollowed by the familiar dread of the

employee parking lot when a

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ere, blocking her path, her arms

sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "What did you do t

ary. "That's between him and me, Ms.

ay from me! Do you really think he wants you? Don't be a fool. He's been telling everyone at every p