Please relocate those two immediately, Riiiip!

At the airport, my phone vibrated with an encrypted message from my attorney. The acquisition had closed. I was officially the majority owner and Chairwoman of Skyward Air. As we approached the First Class check-in, Tiffany was already clinging to Mark’s arm. The gate agent, Sarah, began processing our documents—until Mark stopped her. With chilling detachment, he declared my presence in First Class unnecessary and wasteful. Then, with deliberate cruelty, he tore my boarding pass for Seat 2C into shreds.

“Move her to Economy,” he said flatly. “Cheapest seat available.”

The agent whispered that only Row 48 remained—the final row, fixed seats, directly beside the lavatories. Mark laughed and told me that was exactly where I belonged, hidden away while the “real contributors” enjoyed comfort. I didn’t protest. I simply asked the agent to reprint the ticket. Before walking away, I quietly told her to notify the Lead Purser: “Vanguard has boarded.”

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