to the airport reminding me that I no longer belonged among successful people.
She had handed me an economy boarding pass while keeping first class for herself, my father, Mason, and Mason’s fiancée.
She had made me carry her luggage.
She had joked about my supposedly empty bank account.
And she had assumed that the quiet woman walking toward seat 31B was someone whose life had fallen apart.
She had no idea that, less than an hour earlier, a corporate board had approved a transaction that changed the future of
