My fiancé’s secretary is stealing my dedicated lane

My aunt Aurora Evans called me while I was serving in the special forces. She asked me to come home, saying she had arranged a blind date for me.

Aurora told me that my blind date, Gabriel Johnson, was practically perfect—not only handsome, but also the youngest CEO of a publicly traded company in the state.

Before I left, my commanding officer specifically contacted air traffic control to request full encryption of my personal information during travel.

I arrived at the airport at the scheduled time, but while checking in at the exclusive lane, someone suddenly grabbed me from behind and yanked me away.

Then a stack of cash was thrown in my face.

Zoey Turner said to me, "I bought your spot in the exclusive lane. Take the money and go wait in the back of the regular line."

I suppressed my anger and shot back, "You’re not military personnel, and you don’t have an emergency. What gives you the right to use my exclusive lane?"

Hearing my retort, Zoey let out a cold laugh.

She said, "What gives me the right? The fact that I’m Mr. Johnson’s personal secretary! Forget just an exclusive lane—if the Johnson family wanted the runway itself, they’d have to give it to us."

I was stunned for a moment, then dialed Gabriel’s number using the contact Aurora had given me.

I said, "Your secretary says the Johnson family has enough pull to handle any difficult situation. Is that true?"