Divorced My Husband at 30000 Feet
Chapter 1
To take over the family aviation company.
Grandpa made me rotate into the flight attendant position for a week.
On my first day of work, I encountered a man waving a super VIP card and throwing his weight around with the flight attendants.
"Do you know what a super VIP card means? It could buy all your lives!"
"Such a shallow bow—do you have a lumbar strain or are you looking down on me? Ninety degrees! Hold it for 100 minutes!"
"What kind of pig slop is this economy class food? Let me treat you all to some premium additions!"
I was about to intervene when a flight attendant beside me stopped me.
"He's the older brother of our general manager's little assistant. In our airline..."
The flight attendant mysteriously pointed upward.
"Offending General Manager Carter still leaves you a way out, but offending his little assistant... you'll die a miserable death."
I was dumbfounded, almost wanting to laugh.
I picked up the satellite phone and called Grandpa.
"Grandpa, notify the captain to land at the nearest airport. When we land, I want to see my divorce papers from Carter."