My Husband Gave My Seat on Our Private Jet to His Secretary—Then I Discovered Who Really Owned His Billion-Dollar Company
Another looked toward the cockpit.
I stepped onto the top stair.
The morning light caught a small gold emblem mounted beside the doorway.
I had passed it dozens of times.
That morning I stopped.
The emblem showed a stylized aircraft surrounded by a circular crest.
Not Prescott Technologies.
Not Aaron’s initials.