At the Prescott Technologies headquarters, Aaron was celebrating.
The private-jet incident had become a joke before the plane even landed.
Someone had recorded the moment I walked away.
By lunchtime, the video was circulating through several executive group chats.
By three o’clock, someone had anonymously posted it online.
The caption read:
“Billionaire CEO’s spoiled wife throws tantrum after secretary takes her seat.”
The comments were brutal.
Aaron didn’t stop them.
In fact, according to Daniel, he laughed when someone showed him the post.
Jasmine sat beside him in his office.
She was wearing a white dress that looked suspiciously similar to one I had once bought for her.
She crossed her legs.
“Do you think she’ll come back?”
Aaron leaned back in his chair.
“She always does.”
Jasmine smiled.
“You sound very sure.”
“I am.”
He picked up his phone.
There were no messages from me.
No calls.
Nothing.
His smile faded slightly.
“She’ll cool down.”
Jasmine reached across the desk and touched his wrist.
“You deserve someone who understands your world.”
Aaron looked at her.
