The same company I had helped build. The same one I had personally guaranteed with my own credit.
Later, I pushed the service cart into the cabin. Adrian avoided looking at me. The woman beside him still held onto her confidence.
“Excuse me,” he said casually. “Bring us the Krug. We’re celebrating.”
I opened the champagne and poured it steadily.
“Congratulations,” I said. “Is this for the increase in the corporate credit line? The one your wife personally guaranteed?”
The woman froze mid-motion.
“What did your wife guarantee?”
Adrian’s expression tightened.
“Mara… don’t do this here.”
“You’re right,” I said calmly. “This is my workplace. Enjoy the flight while you can.”
Later, during my break, I connected to the in-flight Wi-Fi and sent a message to a lawyer. I documented everything—his presence, the charges, the misuse of company funds.
The reply came quickly.
“Stay calm. Gather everything you can. I’ll take care of the rest.”
At that moment, something inside me settled.
