My fiancé’s wealthy father invited me onto his private jet and snapped, “This isn’t coach—don’t touch a thing.” Minutes later, the pilot scanned my ID. The screen shifted. A warning tone sounded. Then he said two words that drained the color from the cabin. I didn’t argue. I didn’t defend myself. The Navy taught me early that when someone is trying to provoke you, silence does far more damage than explanation. So when my fiancé asked if I’d ride along with his father for a day of venue tours—sin