“Sit down, Mr. Cross.”
Several passengers glanced toward us.
Adrian froze.
“You are a passenger aboard this aircraft.”
My voice was low but unmistakably firm.
“If you raise your voice or create a disturbance in my cabin, the captain will be notified immediately, and airport security will be waiting when we arrive in Aurelia.”
Adrian slowly lowered himself back into seat 2A.
His face had lost all color.
Celeste pulled her hand away from his arm as though touching him had suddenly become dangerous.
Then she reached behind her neck.
Unclasped the Cartier pendant.
And placed it on the tray beside her untouched champagne.
“I think there’s been some kind of mistake.”
Her voice trembled.
“He told me he was divorced.”
Adrian closed his eyes.
Celeste continued.
“He told me he owned Valecrest Holdings.”
I looked at her.
“A lot of people believe Adrian’s stories until they finally read the contracts.”
I picked up the pendant.
Then slipped it safely into my uniform pocket.
“Enjoy the rest of your flight to Aurelia, Celeste.”
I looked at Adrian.
“Because it will be the last trip Adrian ever charges to my company.”
