The Billionaire's Public Humiliation

After two years off-grid on a top-secret government project, I was finally heading back to reclaim my multi-billion dollar aerospace firm, Aero Corp Dynamics. I drove my vintage Chevelle, a piece of art I' d restored myself.

But then, a brand-new Shelby GT500 started dangerously brake-checking me. It was the Shelby I' d authorized Brenda, my wife and acting CEO, to buy as a "company executive vehicle." The punk driving it, Kyle, was anything but. A minor tap from my classic car, and Kyle erupted, kicking my priceless fender and demanding fifty grand, boasting his "rich girl" would destroy me.