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06:10Here's the deal, Celeste. Transfer 10% of Montgomery Global right now, right into Mia's name, and I'll have that
06:16drone drop a thermal blanket before the wolves smell you. Otherwise, happy holidays.
06:20Gray, babe, that's too much. I can't take her shares.
06:27Celeste probably hates me. She's always acting like I'm not good enough to fly the G650. Bet she thinks I'm
06:33just some gold-digging flight attendant.
06:35You've been too busy closing that Alaska Pipeline deal to finish your pilot's license.
06:38Too busy closing deals? I almost laughed, even as the aphrodisiac set my bloodstream on fire.
06:45Too busy riding Grayson's lap in the Whitmore boardroom.
06:48I collapsed against the rotting pine needles, every nerve screaming, blood-frozen scarlet icicles on my forearms where the fall
06:54had snapped both bones.
06:56Grayson Whitmore, you make me sick!
06:59We're done.
07:00The engagement's over!
07:07For one heartbeat, the mask slipped, and I saw the same kid who used to sneak me into Met Gallus
07:13and promise me the world.
07:15Then Mia whispered something, and the mask slammed back down. Harder. Crueler.
07:20Celeste, you can't just throw away five years.
07:26Unless you already have some side piece lined up?
07:29Some Wall Street wolf waiting in a Park Avenue penthouse?
07:38Montgomery Global stock is tanking faster than SPS.
07:41Celeste, you're nothing without me.
07:44You want to call off the wedding? Fine.
07:45When the feds freeze every offshore account your grandfather buried in the Caymans?
07:50Get that drone in her face.
07:52Give the subscribers the money shot.
07:54Forte. Night vision. The works.
07:57I threw up a broken arm to shield myself.
07:59Then remembered I was naked underneath the ruins of a $10,000 gown.
08:03Shame burned hotter than the chemical fire in my veins.
08:06I curled into a ball, slid another foot down the icelic slope, and nearly pitched into the ravine.
08:13Somewhere below, Timberwolves have started howling.
08:16Real ones, not metaphors.
08:19Celeste, honey, just sign the transfer. It's only money.
08:21Let Grayson cool off. We'll airlift you out, get you a spa day at Mirval.
08:24Pretend this never happened.
08:25A second drone swooped in, mechanical claw, gripping a tablet, displaying the share transfer agreement.
08:30It hovered six inches from my nose like a guillotine.
08:33Sign or freeze. Your choice.
08:39Go to hell!
08:44Something slithered over my cheek.
08:46Centipede. Six inches long.
08:48Rocky Mountain paranoia venom.
08:50It crawled into my ear.
08:52The pain was so bright I almost welcomed it.
08:54Then gravity took over again.
08:56I clawed at frozen granite fingernails snapping.
09:00And slid closer to the poison ivage oak trap.
09:03Where rattlesnakes denned for winter.
09:06Keep talking tough, Princess.
09:08Ten more feet and you're in the viper pit.
09:09Let's see that harbor mouth negotiate with diamond nuts.
09:12You're not the Montgomery heiress anymore, Celeste.
09:14Grayson says if you sign and apologize live, admit you framed me for cooking the books, tried to send an
09:18innocent girl to federal prison, he'll call the chopper.
09:21I'll even forgive you for that SEC subpoena you paid for.
09:25You vicious bitch!
09:27Trying to lock Mia up?
09:28What about her little sister who needs chemo?
09:33The first drone released a glass ampule.
09:36It shattered at my feet in a hiss of white vapor.
09:39The snow around my bare feet melted into black sludge.
09:43Military grade corrosives.
09:45Flesh on my calf bubbled like acid on steak.
09:47I screamed until my throat tore.
09:52Scared yet, Celeste?
09:53Apologize to Mia.
09:55Now.
09:56Or the next one goes in your face.
09:59I dragged myself an inch uphill, blood painting the snow red.
10:03The metallic scent drew every leech, tick, and beetle in a five mile radius.
10:08They burrowed under what was left of my dress.
10:10I couldn't swap them off.
10:12For the first time in 28 years of boardrooms, bailouts, and Forbes covers.
10:18Celeste Montgomery was out of moves.
10:20I lifted my head to the drone lens.
10:22To the man who once swore he'd burn the world before he'd let me get hurt.
10:27Grayson, when I get out of here, and I will, I'm going to take everything.
10:34Then, the centipede in my ear released its venom.
10:37The ravine rushed up to swallow me.
10:39And the last thing I heard was Mia laughing, like she'd already want him.
10:48Everything bled crimson blood.
10:50Mud.
10:51The strobing red of the drone's emergency LEDs.
10:54I couldn't tell where one ended, and the other began.
10:57My pulse hammered so loud, I barely heard the dark net chat lose its collective mind.
11:05Even Grayson's executive assistant started sweating bullets.
11:08The guy had buried bodies for Whitmore Enterprises in three continents.
11:12But live streaming a billionaire heiress getting eaten by wolves apparently crossed a line.
11:17Mr. Whitmore, sir.
11:19Celeste looks half dead already.
11:21Heart rate's crashing on the biometric feed.
11:23She's not dying.
11:26Girls like Celeste don't die.
11:28They just get humbled.
11:29If she hadn't spent the last five years trying to frame Mia for securities fraud, maybe I'd have gone easy.
11:37Tonight's just a friendly reminder.
11:39I forced my head up, locked eyes with the drone's cold lens, and let every ounce of Montgomery Steel pour
11:51into my glare.
11:52I did nothing wrong.
11:53Why the hell should I hand over 10% of the company my great-grandfather built from steel mills in
11:58Pittsburgh?
11:58Just because some trust fund psycho wants to flex.
12:03Bugs, please.
12:04I'd spent summers tagging grizzlies with federal wildlife teams and catmine before I could legally drink.
12:09This was just another Tuesday in hell.
12:12With everything I had left, I rolled onto my back and dragged myself across the jagged shale.
12:17Rocks tore fresh gashes across my shoulder blades.
12:20But the pain was a blessing.
12:21It scraped off half the leeches and centipedes burrowed into my skin.
12:25Blood mixed with snow into pink slush.
12:28Yet somewhere in the haze I spotted it.
12:30A cluster of wild sagebrush glowing faintly under the drone's floodlight.
12:34The same plant rangers in Denali square by.
12:37Crushed leaves mass of blood scent for exactly 11 minutes.
12:41I take six.
12:42Celeste Montgomery, have you no shame?
12:45Beg right now.
12:46Or the next thing coming down that ravine won't be bugs.
12:50You never planned to let me walk out of here, Grayson.
12:54Dead or broken.
12:56You decided to second you.
13:01Spiked the champagne.
13:03Oh my god, Celeste, what are you doing?
13:06As I clawed the sagebrush closer, bit the stem until bitter juice flooded my mouth.
13:11Then smeared the pulp across every bleeding wound.
13:14The alkaloids hit my bloodstream like ice water, numbed the nerve endings, killed the scent trail.
13:18Temporary, sure.
13:20But temporary was all I needed.
13:22Mia always said you were a snake.
13:24Guess she's right.
13:25You're trying to fake a suicide, pin it on me, ruin Whitmore Enterprises on Black Friday weekend.
13:31Classic Celeste.
13:32Even half-naked in a blizzard, you're still scheming.
13:37Five years, Grayson.
13:38Five years I cleaned up your messes.
13:40Quieted the SC.
13:42Buried the insider trading rumors.
13:44Paid off that flight attendant you knocked up in Vegas.
13:48Without Montgomery Capital, you'd be still slinging dime bags outside Yale.
13:56For one heartbeat, the mask slipped again.
13:59Something raw flickered behind those Wall Street eyes.
14:02Guilt maybe, or the ghost of the boy who used to sneak me onto the roof of the Met to
14:06watch July 4th fireworks.
14:08Then Mia whispered poison in his ear, and the mask hardened into granite.
14:14This chick's got nine lives, boss.
14:16I thought she was done ten minutes ago.
14:18Then let's burn through the rest.
14:21I want to see how long that Montgomery pride lasts when the wolves start chewing.
14:26Celeste, sweetie, don't make the wolves angry.
14:30You're screaming loud enough to wake every predator from here to Glacier's National Park.
14:34When you tried to send Mia to federal prison for cooking the books you cooked up yourself, did you warn
14:40her?
14:40Open the speakers.
14:42The drone's PA system blasted a recorded alpha-wolf snarl at 180 decibels.
14:46Enough to rattle bones.
14:49Every tree around me exploded with movement.
14:52Branches snapped.
14:53Snow cascaded.
14:54The real pack answered the call.
14:56I froze every muscle seizing.
14:59Pain from my compound fractures.
15:01The acid burn on my calf.
15:02The centipede venom.
15:04None of it compared to the primal terror of glowing eyes circling in the dark.
15:07Eight, maybe ten sets.
15:09Timberwolves.
15:10Coastal giants.
15:10The kind that take down moves for fun.
15:13One stepped into the floodlight above me.
15:15Silver gray, 200 pounds of pure hunger.
15:18Its breath steamed in the sub-zero air.
15:21I heard the crunch of its paws.
15:23The low rumble in its chest.
15:25Grayson wanted me shredded on camera.
15:28Survival instinct kicked harder than any drug.
15:30I eased backward inch by inch.
15:35Running now, princess?
15:37Where's all that billionaire backbone?
15:41Hide and seek with a wolf pack.
15:42How's that for a Thanksgiving tradition?
15:45Green eyes multiplied in the darkness.
15:47Fangs caught the light like switchblades.
15:50Last chance, Celeste.
15:51Kneel.
15:52Apologize to Mia on stream.
15:54I'll hit the ultrasonic repellent.
15:55Keep fighting and you're dinner.
16:00Say you're sorry, damn it.
16:03This is how the Montgomery line ends.
16:12She doesn't owe a single goddamn apology to anyone.
16:17And somewhere above the treeline, a Blackhawk chopper roared in low.
16:39Celeste, I've got you.
16:44Nathan Hale swung down like some avenging specter, former Delta Force.
16:49Three-time national combatives champion.
16:52And the man my grandfather trusted with every dirty secret the Montgomery fortune ever needed buried.
16:58Nathan Hale?
17:00Nathan didn't answer him.
17:02The rage in his stare could have melted the glacier behind us.
17:06But his hand stayed gentle when he stripped off his plate carrier parka and wrapped it around my shaking shoulders.
17:13Celeste, I've got you.
17:15He scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
17:17So careful to keep pressure off the places where bone pokes your skin.
17:21I tried to shrink away, mortified that Nathan Hale of all people was seeing me like this naked, filthy, broken.
17:28It's over, sweetheart.
17:31Nobody touches you again.
17:32His team dropped in behind him, suppressed rifles barking in short, surgical bursts.
17:38The remaining wolves scattered into the dark like they'd never existed.
17:42Who the hell are you people?
17:45This is a private matter.
17:47Private?
17:50Kidnapping.
17:51Aggravated assault.
17:53Attempted murder.
17:54When did federal felonies become a couple spat?
17:57Grayson Whitmore, Mia Karrie can kill the stream right now.
18:01Or I start putting rounds through optics.
18:04And we watch whose skull blooms next.
18:10Captain Hale, sir.
18:12This is a misunderstanding.
18:14Save it for the U.S. Attorney.
18:15Or for the Montgomery Legal Division.
18:18Your choice.
18:19Montgomery?
18:21Which Montgomery?
18:23The one that makes the Dow twitch every time the old man sneezes.
18:26The one your boyfriend's been siphoning from for five years thinking nobody was watching.
18:34Celeste Montgomery.
18:36Heiress.
18:38Majority shareholder.
18:39And the woman you just tried to feed to wolves on Thanksgiving.
18:43Surprise.
18:49Grayson, the annulment papers hit your desk tomorrow morning.
18:53And the bankruptcy petition hits the Southern District of New York five minutes later.
18:57Happy Thanksgiving.
18:58Sleep tight on that private jet cot.
19:06I still couldn't stop shaking partly from hypothermia, part the special kind of cold that settles in your bones when
19:13the man you loved tries to murder you for sport.
19:16Nathan knelt between the jump seats, cleaning blood from my forearms with steady marine precision.
19:22Every swipe of the alcohol wipe felt like fire, but his touch never faltered.
19:27The Patriarch's got the estate on full lockdown.
19:30Top orthopedic trauma surgeon out of Johns Hopkins is already wheels up from Baltimore.
19:35Your grandfather tried to charter a C-130 to come rip Whitmore apart with his bare hands.
19:40Took three generals to talk him down.
19:43This one's yours to finish.
19:45I managed to nod.
19:47Every memory from the last five years rewound in high def.
19:50Gracing, kissing my knuckles.
19:52After the Montgomery Trust quietly bailed out his failing startup.
19:55Mia sliding updated contracts across his desk.
19:59Pupils blown wide with victory.
20:02The way he'd snap.
20:04What is that?
20:06Can you stop being so paranoid?
20:08Every time I pointed out her forged signatures.
20:11I'd ignored every red flag because I thought love meant trusting harder.
20:16Five years.
20:17I'm the punchline in a joke I helped write.
20:20You trusted the wrong person, Celeste.
20:23That doesn't make you stupid.
20:24It makes you human.
20:27And humans get even.
20:36Here's Mia's greatest hits.
20:37We've got her cold.
20:39I scrolled.
20:39She hollowed Whitmore Enterprises out like a Thanksgiving turkey and stuffed the carcass with iOS.
20:45Another file.
20:48Whitmore's real balance sheet.
20:50Red ink deep enough to drown Manhattan.
20:54Our legal team drafted everything.
20:56An annulment returns every gift, every trust contribution, every share he ever touched.
21:04Attempted murder, conspiracy, violation of the computer fraud and abuse act for the dark net stream.
21:10The drone footage alone will put them away for 25 to life.
21:13I closed my eyes and saw Patriarch Montgomery's face crinkled with worry the last time.
21:19I turned down his offer to vet Grayson personally.
21:22He'd known.
21:23Of course he'd known.
21:24And I'd been too proud, too in love, too blind.
21:32Take me home, Nathan.
21:34Tomorrow we burn their empire to the ground.
21:37And salt the earth.
21:39Copy that, ma'am.
21:41Next stop, Montgomery State, Aspen.
21:44Then we make them.
21:47Wish the wolves had finished the job.
21:52Five years ago, I sat across from Patriarch.
21:55I told him I wanted to try a relationship without the Montgomery name attached.
22:01No private security tale.
22:03No trust fund safety net.
22:05Just me and some guy from Yale who swore he loved me for my brain.
22:09Not my portfolio.
22:11The old man's face went the color of ash.
22:13He smashed his favorite crystal wine glass on the floor.
22:16And wore that, I was throwing away a century of blood and steel for a pretty smile.
22:22In the end, he caved like he always did.
22:25When I dug my heels in.
22:27Play your little game, Celeste.
22:30But when the world shows you its teeth,
22:34you come home.
22:39I opened my eyes in the Blackhawks' dim cabin.
22:42The morphine finally wearing off enough for the words to cut through the pain.
22:48Noidify every major outlet, CNN, Bloomberg, Fox, The Journal.
22:52All of them.
22:53Tomorrow, 10 a.m. sharp, penthouse ballroom, Montgomery Global Tower, mid-down Manhattan.
22:59I'm holding a press conference.
23:00Copy that.
23:01Comms team's already spinning up.
23:03We'll have every network on the continent begging for seats.
23:08The PR director met me in the private elevator.
23:12Ma'am, the ballroom's locked down tighter than Fort Knox.
23:14We've got every tier one journalist from here to Tokyo.
23:17Live feeds to every financial desk in the world.
23:19The bespoke Armani suit hid the road rash and acid burns like armor.
23:24Only the faint tremor in my fingers betrayed the truth.
23:28Tell them I'm on my way.
23:3130 minutes later, I stepped onto the day eyes under a constellation of camera flashes.
23:36Hot enough to melt steel.
23:38Nathan flanked my right.
23:40Eight more operators ringed the stage.
23:43Hands never far from concealed sig sours.
23:46Good morning.
23:47Thank you for coming on short notice.
23:49I'm here to set the record straight on one matter.
23:53And to announce a decision.
23:57Grayson Whitmore stormed in looking like he'd slept in a dumpster.
24:01Nia clung to his arm.
24:02Mascara tracks carving rivers through her foundation.
24:06Celeste, you vicious bitch.
24:08What did you do to my company?
24:11Every account frozen, every supplier ghosting me.
24:14Do you have any idea what you've cost me?
24:18Celeste, please.
24:20Gray only lost his mind because he loves me.
24:23Punish me, not him.
24:26Cameron swung like howitzers.
24:27The flash storm was blinding.
24:30Nathan started forward.
24:31I stopped him cold.
24:36Let them through.
24:40Five years, Celeste.
24:42Five years, and this is how you repay me?
24:47I ignored him completely.
24:49Nodded to Nathan.
24:50The 80-foot LED wall behind me flared to life.
24:54The Aspen backcountry filled the screen.
24:56My own screams echoed through the ballroom sound system.
25:00You said a real player could walk home naked, right?
25:02Let's test that theory.
25:10The room temperature seemed to drop 20 degrees.
25:13Grayson went whiter than the marble floor.
25:17This is the clarification.
25:20I am Celeste Montgomery, majority shareholder and designated heir to Montgomery Global.
25:27Last night, my fiancé, Grayson Whitmore, in collusion with his executive assistant Mia Carrington, kidnapped me, drugged me, and attempted
25:39to murder me on a dark-knit last stream for sport.
25:46And the decision, effective immediately, Montgomery Global is initiating Chapter 7 liquidation of Whitmore Enterprises.
25:56Every asset, every patent, every offshore shell will be seized to compensate for emotional distress, physical damages, and five years
26:05of fraud.
26:08The double doors opened again, this time to a phalanx of U.S. Marshals in tactical vests.
26:15Grayson Whitmore, Mia Carrington, you are under arrest, kidnapping, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder, and conspiracy to
26:24commit the same.
26:25You have the right to remain silent.
26:30Remember when you said I'd come crawling back once the money ran out?
26:34Turns out the money never left.
26:36You did.
26:38The marshals dragged them past rows of reporters, now shouting questions like, machine gun fire.
26:43I stayed on the dais until the doors slammed shut behind the circus.
26:48Then I turned to the cameras one last time, voice steady as the empire at my back.
26:53Happy Thanksgiving, America.
26:55Justice is served cold.
26:57And today, the Montgomery table is finally full.
27:03Nathan Hale stepped to my side, offered his arm for the walkout.
27:07In my head, I could already hear Patriarch Montgomery raising a glass to the granddaughter who finally came home.
27:22I'm telling the truth.
27:26Mia masterminded everything.
27:28She's been jealous of Celeste since day one.
27:32Kept whispering that Celeste was sabotaging me.
27:36Laughing at me behind my back.
27:39The Aspen trip.
27:41Her idea.
27:43She said it was just a scare, a little humiliation to force the share transfer.
27:48He shoved every ounce of blame across the hallway, like it could save him.
27:55I'm just a secretary.
27:58Grayson resented Celeste for years.
28:01Said she lorded her money over him, treated him like a charity case.
28:04He wanted revenge.
28:05Told me to play along or he'd destroy my family.
28:08I was trapped.
28:09Please help me.
28:10Two people who used to finish each other's sentences now tore each other apart like rabid dogs.
28:16Grayson finally ran out of oxygen and collapsed forward.
28:20The memories hit harder than any punch.
28:27The night we met at that Yale alumni mixer, me in a borrowed dress, laughing that, my family ran a
28:33couple hardware stores back in Pittsburgh.
28:36The week his startup was bleeding out, and I slid term sheets across the table.
28:41Montgomery money laundered through a dozen blind trusts he never questioned.
28:45The flu that knocked him flat for six days.
28:47I sleeping upright in a plastic hospital chair with my hand on his IV.
28:55Every time I pointed out Nia's forged invoices, and he snarled.
28:59You're just jealous, and she's better at the job than you ever were.
29:03All those moments I thought were love, he'd seen as charity from a girl too naive to know her own
29:09worth.
29:18I wasn't some small-town factory owner's daughter.
29:21I was the Montgomery heiress.
29:23And I'd wasted five years shielding his ego, while he sharpened the knife.
29:32I lay perfectly still while the city's top orthopedic surgeons swapped temporary splints for titanium-laced casts, light enough for
29:40primetime close-ups.
29:53Whitmore Enterprises is iced.
29:55Every account, every patent, every square foot of real estate proceeds transferred directly to your personal restitution trust.
30:02Darknet Rain has been taken offline by Cyber Division.
30:05Every username, every crypto wallet.
30:08Our litigation team's filing suits faster than they can delete browser history.
30:12And the ex-Lowbirds sang like canaries on Left Friday.
30:15Full confessions, cross-corroborated, they're psyched.
30:19They're looking at 15 to 20, easy, no parole.
30:27You sure you're ready for?
30:28What comes next?
30:30The board's already floating your name for CEO.
30:34Patriarch wants you in the corner office by New Year's.
30:36I flexed my new titanium-laced forearm.
30:39Felt the bite of metal meeting bone.
30:41Painful, perfect, permanent.
30:49Tell Grandfather the Prodigal's home.
30:52And this time, I'm not asking permission.
30:59Montgomery Estate, Aspen.
31:01Three days after Thanksgiving.
31:03The snow had stopped falling, but the wind still howled like it wanted back in.
31:15Ma'am, there's someone at the main gate.
31:18Who?
31:19Grayson Whitmore's mother.
31:22Let her freeze.
31:24Copy that.
31:26She's already been out there two nights.
31:29Security won't even give her coffee.
31:31Good.
31:32When I feel like it, I'll decide if she gets in.
31:35Not before.
31:37Oh, and Nathan.
31:39Make sure Grayson gets the morning paper in his cell.
31:42Front page.
31:44Above the fold.
31:45Whitmore enterpurse's liquidated assets to Montgomery heiress.
31:50I want him to read it while he eats his Thanksgiving leftovers.
31:53Cold.
31:54Already on the warden's desk, ma'am.
31:57Day three.
31:58I finally had them escort Mrs. Whitmore to the East Parlor.
32:06Celeste.
32:06Thank God.
32:09Celeste, my son is an idiot.
32:11A monster.
32:12Whatever you want to call him.
32:15But he's still my only child.
32:18I'm begging you look at what we meant to each other once.
32:22Find it in your heart.
32:24Auntie?
32:25You seem confused.
32:28Your son didn't break my heart.
32:30He committed felony kidnapping and attempted murder.
32:33You want mercy?
32:35File an appeal with the First Circuit.
32:40Let me refresh your memory.
32:42Three years ago, your heart was failing.
32:45Grayson couldn't scrape together 30 grand.
32:47I sold my mother's watch.
32:49The one she wore the day she died.
32:50So you could have the best surgeon in Boston.
32:54You woke up, took my hand, and told me to stay out of men's business.
33:01You mistook kindness for weakness.
33:04You taught your son the same mistake.
33:07Now you're both learning the price.
33:35Now you're both learning the price.
33:48Celeste
33:48wouldn't
33:51she loved me
33:53there's more
33:55Montgomery Legal
33:57just added commercial fraud to the indictment
33:59they have your
34:01original pitch decks
34:02every inflated revenue number
34:04every fake vendor contract you used to
34:06impress her back when you thought she was
34:08just a girl with a trust fund
34:24they're saying
34:25he tried to hang himself
34:27with his jumpsuit
34:27didn't get far
34:30let him live long enough to watch every
34:32cent he ever touched come home to me
34:38tell Legal
34:38to drop the papers
34:39I'm taking the corner office January 1st
34:44and schedule
34:45a board meeting
34:45it's time the world remembered what happens when you bet against a Montgomery
34:56the trial had been a coronation in reverse
34:59every Montgomery lawyer in a 500 mile radius showed up in Zegna and vengeance
35:04evidence stacked higher than the jury's coffee cups
35:07his public defender tried
35:09the crime of passion angle
35:10temporary insanity
35:12toxic masculinity
35:13whatever buzzword might shave off a decade
35:15it was like watching a toddler argue with a tsunami
35:18it's all going according to plan
35:20your honor
35:21new evidence
35:29gray
35:30celeste found the offshore transfers
35:32what do i do
35:33let her bark
35:34i'll just say she's jealous and trying to tank your career
35:37keep moving the money
35:38once we push her out
35:39whitmore enterprises is yours
35:41push her out
35:41whitmore enterprises is yours
35:54backstabbing bitch
35:55you were a stepping stone grayson
35:58a very expensive one
36:00i recorded everything in case you ever forgot who held the leash
36:06he finally understood
36:07he'd never been the king
36:09he'd been the pawn she kept in the front row
36:11in case the queen decided to sacrifice something
36:15the judge didn't even look up from his notes
36:18mia carrington
36:1915 years
36:20federal penitentiary
36:21credit for cooperation
36:23grayson whitmore
36:25kidnapping
36:26attempted murder
36:27commercial fraud
36:28conspiracy
36:29life imprisonment
36:30no parole
36:31political rights terminated for life
36:36celeste
36:48grayson's apology floated behind us
36:50thin and worthless as the paper jumpsuit
36:53he'd wear for the rest of his life
37:09you just beat my kill ratio ma'am
37:12the air force is gonna cry
37:14hands are better than ever
37:15book the gulf stream
37:17g800
37:18we're doing the globe run
37:20pole to pole
37:2190 hours
37:22no stops
37:26swallowed three competitors before breakfast
37:28and still found time to get type rated in everything with wings
37:31you wasn't the girl who used to wait up with soup anymore
37:35i was celeste montgomery
37:37ceo in waiting
37:38heir to an empire
37:40that made nations blink
37:45prison mail
37:46whitmore
37:4710th won this month
37:50summary
37:50same sob story
37:51he is sorry
37:52prays every night
37:53misses the old days
37:54blames mia
37:55says if she hadn't existed
37:57we'd be married by now
37:59wants one visit
38:00just one
38:02tell leavenworth we're done
38:03forwarding mail
38:05grayson whitmore died on that mountain
38:07as far as i'm concerned
38:10cremate the rest
38:11yes ma'am
38:17are you ready to face a new storm at 41 000 feet
38:20like making a cup of coffee
38:22yep
38:24just like the coffee you made every day
38:27i didn't slow down
38:28i didn't need to
38:31i was flying to everything
38:32i was flying to everything
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