The moment we stepped onto the jet, I was reminded—again—of just how absurdly rich Alex Grayson was.
I had expected luxury but this? This was something else entirely.
The interior was all polished wood, cream leather seats and ambient lighting that made the entire space glow with a warmth that felt both intimate and extravagant. A long, sleek bar stretched along one side was stocked with high-end liquor I couldn’t even pronounce even though I had come from a comfortable home. The seats weren’t just seats—they were plush recliners that looked more comfortable than my actual bed.
And then there was the staff.
The moment we stepped in, a flight attendant in a crisp uniform greeted Alex with a deferential smile.
“Mr. Grayson, welcome aboard. We have your usual ready.”
Alex nodded in ackn
