Private Service at 30,000 Feet - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The moment I got home, I shot Dominic Valentine a text.
"Just walked free. You're next on the cops' list."
I attached the lounge security footage—the police station recording had been too muffled to catch our actual conversation.
On silent video, my calculated movements combined with that guy's phone call painted me perfectly as some scheming seductress. But anyone hearing the real audio would've recognized the raw terror in my voice. They'd know the truth—Dominic had raped me.
His reply came lightning fast: "You're disgusting."
Even now, denial was his default setting.
A cold smile tugged at my lips as I typed: "Here's your out—wire back that two million you just returned, and every copy disappears forever."
The three blinking dots told me he was weighing his options. Finally, he sent a meeting location—Dominic needed to watch me delete the evidence himself.
I agreed.
But Dominic could wait. First, I had business with Margaret Windsor.
At the café, I crossed my legs with the effortless grace I'd practiced for months. "How's our friend Vincent Roscente coming along?"
"It's done, Annie." Margaret's eyes held quiet satisfaction. "Because of you, my daughter finally has justice."
One month earlier, Margaret had pulled me from that alley where I'd been assaulted—desperate enough to go there because Mom's medical bills left me no choice. When she heard my story, Margaret covered every treatment.
The day Mom woke up, I clung to Margaret like she was my last lifeline. Her shoulders shook against mine as she whispered, "My girl... she would've been your age..."
That's how I learned about her daughter—attacked just like me, but with no guardian angel coming to save her.
Margaret wasn't about to let history repeat itself. When she saw me broken in that alley, she stepped in.
I wanted to repay her, but what did I have? A part-time job history and a flight attendant uniform didn't exactly scream "resources." She insisted I owed nothing, yet Mom's treatments cost a fortune.
Watching Mom's frail body in that hospital bed and the grief etched into Margaret's face, my choice became clear.
"Let me make this right for your daughter. Just promise you'll heal my mother."
After days of begging, Margaret finally agreed. If my pain could protect other women, I'd pay that price gladly.
We started digging into her daughter's case. One thread led to another, unraveling an entire sex trafficking operation.
The brothel kingpin's flight records led me straight to First Class—and to Platinum Member Vincent Roscente.
Now justice would be served.
And Mom would live.
"Just walked free. You're next on the cops' list."
I attached the lounge security footage—the police station recording had been too muffled to catch our actual conversation.
On silent video, my calculated movements combined with that guy's phone call painted me perfectly as some scheming seductress. But anyone hearing the real audio would've recognized the raw terror in my voice. They'd know the truth—Dominic had raped me.
His reply came lightning fast: "You're disgusting."
Even now, denial was his default setting.
A cold smile tugged at my lips as I typed: "Here's your out—wire back that two million you just returned, and every copy disappears forever."
The three blinking dots told me he was weighing his options. Finally, he sent a meeting location—Dominic needed to watch me delete the evidence himself.
I agreed.
But Dominic could wait. First, I had business with Margaret Windsor.
At the café, I crossed my legs with the effortless grace I'd practiced for months. "How's our friend Vincent Roscente coming along?"
"It's done, Annie." Margaret's eyes held quiet satisfaction. "Because of you, my daughter finally has justice."
One month earlier, Margaret had pulled me from that alley where I'd been assaulted—desperate enough to go there because Mom's medical bills left me no choice. When she heard my story, Margaret covered every treatment.
The day Mom woke up, I clung to Margaret like she was my last lifeline. Her shoulders shook against mine as she whispered, "My girl... she would've been your age..."
That's how I learned about her daughter—attacked just like me, but with no guardian angel coming to save her.
Margaret wasn't about to let history repeat itself. When she saw me broken in that alley, she stepped in.
I wanted to repay her, but what did I have? A part-time job history and a flight attendant uniform didn't exactly scream "resources." She insisted I owed nothing, yet Mom's treatments cost a fortune.
Watching Mom's frail body in that hospital bed and the grief etched into Margaret's face, my choice became clear.
"Let me make this right for your daughter. Just promise you'll heal my mother."
After days of begging, Margaret finally agreed. If my pain could protect other women, I'd pay that price gladly.
We started digging into her daughter's case. One thread led to another, unraveling an entire sex trafficking operation.
The brothel kingpin's flight records led me straight to First Class—and to Platinum Member Vincent Roscente.
Now justice would be served.
And Mom would live.
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