The Black Sky God: The Most Devious And Mischievous Flight Attendant At 35,000 Feet

I THOUGHT I HAD SEEN IT ALL. THIRTY YEARS IN THE sky, on private jets, in locker rooms, war zones, aircrafts and penthouses, was definitely a journey. I'd poured champagne for billionaires and held the hand of a soldier flying to his death. I'd kissed a man the world would never let me love out in the open and danced with celebrities who couldn't admit who they were behind closed doors. I'd kept secrets. I'd carried diamonds. I'd seen men ruin their lives with one rumor. And I'd watched women climb to power on nothing but ambition and stilettos. You've read the stories (the glory, the heartbreak, the danger, and the betrayal). But the truth: I hadn't told you everything. Not yet. There were names I still hadn't mentioned. Affairs that would shatter marriages. Deals that could land people in prison. There was a scandal that nearly ruined me, and I haven't written a word about it in these pages. Why? Because I wasn't finished. This book was just the takeoff. The real turbulence was in what I hadn't told you yet. The part of the story that never made it to the media...the part where I almost lost everything-my freedom, my career, and my life before I actually did. But that was a story for another time. You buckled your seatbelt. You enjoyed the ride. But trust me...the descent was where things get dangerous