My Fiancée’s Lover Grounded My Private Jet

I was rushing to fly overseas to close a multi-billion dollar deal with European high society, but my private jet was intercepted right as it was about to take off.

A man in a suit stormed onto the plane, yelling:

Who gave you permission to touch my jet? Do you even know how much this thing costs? More than you'll ever make!

I figured he had mistaken the hangar, so I tried to explain:

Look closely, buddy. This is Hangar #25, and this plane belongs to me.

My explanation only made him angrier.

My plane is in Hangar #25! My wife bought it for me last month, you think I'd be mistaken?

Get your people off my plane, now, or you'll regret it!

Seeing how unreasonable he was, I decided to have the airline staff pull up the plane's ownership records.

Just as I was confidently preparing to put this arrogant punk in his place, I heard the bombshell drop from the airline staff.

Brandon, please exit the aircraft as soon as possible. This plane actually belongs to Kamran.

All clear, ready for takeoff!

Hold on, we have an emergency on the ground!

Just as the pilot prepared for departure, a sudden warning came from ground control.

I ordered a flight attendant to open the cabin door. I wanted to see what the hell was happening.

What are you people doing?! How can so many of you guard this hangar and let someone touch my plane?! Am I paying millions in storage fees every year for nothing?!

Through the cabin door, I saw a sharp-suited young man raging at the hangar attendant.

Behind the suited man stood a group of young men and women, all looking pretty smug and mocking him.

The attendant, clearly flustered from being yelled at, pointed at me in the cabin doorway and shouted:

This this really isnt my fault. When the plane was registered for storage, the owner was only listed as Mr. Kamran.

That gentleman arrived and said he was the owner, and that his name was Brandon, so I opened the door for him.

Upon hearing this, the young mans eyes were bloodshot as he stormed onto the plane and roared at us:

Who gave you permission to touch my jet?! Don't you know how much this thing costs? More than you'll ever make?!

My flight crew were all people Id temporarily recruited from the flight base. Seeing the situation, they all looked at me with questioning eyes.

Brandon, this is

I waved them off, signaling them to stay cool.

I turned to size up the young man in the suit. He had a handsome face, but he reeked of alcohol.

Probably just some drunk who got the wrong hangar.

To avoid any unnecessary drama and keep things moving, I patiently explained:

Hey, buddy, look closely. This is Hangar #25. This plane definitely belongs to me.

Check the hangar next to it, maybe your plane is parked there.

As soon as I said that, the group of young men and women started openly mocking the suited man:

Kamran, youve been bragging about bringing us to see your private jet, and this is it?

Your claims are a bit outlandish, aren't they? Your family might have some cash, but do you even know what a Gulfstream 700 costs? Your dad's net worth isn't enough for that!

Let's just leave. We dont need this humiliation.

Hearing his friends doubts, the suited man started pacing frantically, then grabbed the hangar attendant by the collar:

You were there that day when my wife gave me the plane, right?! You need to vouch for me!

The hangar attendant looked awkward:

I I think there was something like that, but

Before the attendant could finish, Kamran eagerly cut him off, boasting to his friends:

See?! Didn't I tell you I have a private jet? Didnt I?!

When his friends heard Kamran really had a private jet, their expressions immediately changed.

Our Kamran really hit the jackpot! He even has a private jet now. You gotta bring us along when you make it big!

I'm finally getting to fly on a private jet today!

Are there any wealthy older women out there who give planes as gifts without even dating first? Introduce me to one, seriously!

After hearing his friends flattery, Kamran became even more cocky. He grabbed the attendant's shirt again:

Im taking my friends to my wifes birthday party today. Get these clueless idiots out of here, now!

You mess this up for me, and Ill end you!

And check the plane thoroughly, inside and out! If theres even a scratch, Ill hold you responsible!

Seeing how serious he looked, I was completely thrown. I even started to doubt if I'd gotten the wrong hangar.

I double-checked with my assistant, confirming I hadnt made a mistake.

Now I knew this guy wasn't drunk and confused; he was just trying to use my plane to show off in front of his friends.

And of course, this had to happen when I was already rushing to Europe for a crucial deal.

Just as I was about to step forward and kick them out, the attendant walked over, looking annoyed.

Sir, illegally claiming ownership of a private jet is a serious offense. Please leave immediately, or else

Are you kidding me?! He says it's his, and you just believe him?!

This plane is clearly mine! I bought it for over a hundred million dollars from an American manufacturer last year! He just opens his mouth, and you decide the owner has changed? Are you kidding me? This airline is ridiculous!

The attendant looked wronged:

But you both claim to be Mr. Kamran, so who is the real

Of course its me! This jet is mine!

Before the attendant could finish, Kamran jumped in, yelling.

Watching this jerk constantly messing with my schedule, the anger inside me surged.

Im warning you, there's a limit to how much you can front. You're consistently disrupting my travel plans. I'll sue your ass!

Get off my plane, now!

He arrogantly shoved me in response to my warning:

I haven't even accused you of stealing my damn plane yet, and you're trying to kick me off? Who gave you the guts?!

Get your people off my plane, now, or you'll regret it!

My assistant, seeing how disrespectful he was, stepped forward to confront him, but I stopped him.

Time was short; I couldnt waste it with this meaningless argument.

So I directly asked him:

You say this plane is yours? Then tell me, whats its tail number?

Only the owner would know the tail number. I asked this question to publicly humiliate him, to see if he'd keep up the act.

My flight crew and Kamran's friends all looked at Kamran, waiting to see if he could answer.

I stood there coldly, ready to watch him make a fool of himself.

But his next words completely stunned me.

Tail number B-9527, Gulfstream 700 model, priced at over one hundred million dollars. Did I get that right?

Now get lost!

Watching Kamrans arrogant face, my jaw dropped.

Not only did he know the planes tail number, but he also knew its exact price. This was beyond strange.

While the base model of this Gulfstream usually starts around 90 million dollars, the manufacturer customizes the interior configurations for each client, so every plane's price is unique.

How did he know the exact price of *this* plane? What was going on?

The flight crew, hearing Kamran rattle off the tail number, immediately gathered around me, looking worried.

The pilot spoke first:

Brandon, is this plane really yours? Dont get us all in trouble; this aircraft is worth hundreds of millions. If it comes to litigation, we could end up in serious trouble, even jail.

Brandon, your offer was generous, but the risk for this charter is too high. I cant take it.

The maintenance engineer outright demanded to quit.

Realizing this was about to become a major issue, I quickly reassured everyone:

Everyone, calm down. While I dont know how he found out my planes tail number, I can guarantee you, this jet is absolutely mine.

Look, these are the emails from when I purchased the plane from Gulfstream.

The crew members looked at the emails on my phone and calmed down a bit.

I've already sent someone to rush the airline to pull up this plane's ownership records to prove it's mine.

When they do, I'm not only kicking this guy, who's illegally claiming my plane, off the aircraft, but I'm also pressing charges against him.

Hearing me say that, the crew members all returned to their workstations.

Kamran, hearing I was getting the airline to check ownership records, burst into laughter.

Youre quite the actor, arent you? Checking ownership? Or are you hoping they'll clear a path for you to bolt?

I couldnt be bothered with this jerk. I'd deal with him harshly once the airline staff confirmed ownership.

Seeing I was ignoring him, he started to ridicule the crew:

You people are so stupid! Cant you see he's a complete fraud, a thief?!

Hes stealing my plane and trying to drag you all down with him! Don't you realize that?!

His friends also chimed in to support him:

You guys are so naive! Is a Gulfstream something just anyone can own?

Look at our Kamran; hes wearing Armani and a Rolex. Only someone of his caliber deserves to own such a thing.

And look at him! His clothes don't even have a logo, clearly bargain bin finds. This guy probably couldn't even afford a toy plane, let alone a private jet!

My assistant, unable to stand their mockery, couldnt help but retort.

Honestly, such ignorance! You people have no idea!

Our bosss jacket is made of French vicu?a wool, custom-tailored by the top luxury brand Loro Piana over six months. A single jacket is worth half a million dollars, and you call it a bargain bin find? With your level of taste, do you really think you deserve a private jet?!

My assistants retort left Kamran and his friends speechless, their faces flushed red with embarrassment.

To get his pride back, Kamran pointed at me and yelled:

Who are you calling ignorant? Who doesn't deserve a private jet?!

When the airline staff gets here and proves this plane is mine, both of you will get on your knees and apologize to me, or youre not leaving!

I let out a cold laugh:

Well see about that. Its not set in stone wholl be kneeling then!

Just then, the airlines personnel finally arrived.

I looked at him triumphantly:

Did you sort out the planes ownership?

The airline staff member nodded gravely:

Yes, its been confirmed.

I glanced at the arrogant Kamran and smirked:

Since its confirmed, then please remove these irrelevant individuals.

As I spoke, I gestured toward Kamran and his crew, signaling the staff to remove them from the plane.

The staff member, however, remained still, looking at me with a sincere expression.

After a moment, he said something that made my jaw drop:

Brandon, please take your people and exit the aircraft as soon as possible. The true owner of this plane is Kamran.