The Private Jet

My name is Cynthia Sinclair, chief engineer of a national key space program. Due to frequent trips between major space bases, the company specially approved a private jet for my use. Since it's rare for me to be home, no sooner had I stepped through the door than my parents started talking about a blind date. They said the other party was a well-known local heir named Lucien Zimmerman, from a wealthy family, and a steady man. I didn't want to go at first, but after my parents kept urging me, I reluctantly agreed to meet him. The meeting was set at Lucien's villa, and to make it easier to return to the base afterward, I parked my jet right in the courtyard of his house. The courtyard was large, and the jet landed in a corner, hardly noticeable. When I walked into the villa, Lucien and his parents were already waiting for me in the living room. After a few brief pleasantries, I immediately felt out of sync with Lucien Zimmerman. His head was full of business schemes, showing zero interest in my aerospace career. After reluctantly sitting for half an hour, I used the excuse of having work to do and got ready to leave. Just as I reached the courtyard, I heard a loud, rowdy female voice coming from the direction of the jet. I hurried over, and the scene before me left me stunned. A heavily made-up woman was sitting in the jet's pilot seat, holding a phone and flaunting herself endlessly in front of the camera. She wore a revealing evening gown, her hair dyed an exaggerated burgundy, and her face was thickly powdered like a mask. "Everyone watching closely? This is a private jet. Lucien specially arranged this for me. From now on, this is what I'll be taking everywhere!" The woman's voice was sharp and piercing, while the live stream's comments kept scrolling nonstop. I frowned and stepped forward, knocking on the jet's cabin door: "Hello, please get down. This jet belongs to me." The woman turned her head and sized me up from head to toe, her eyes full of disdain. "Yours? Do you even know whose place this is? Don't you know your own status before daring to steal things?" She spoke as she continued streaming on her phone: "Everyone watching, did you see that? Just now, some lunatic said this jet was hers—what a joke." I patiently explained, "This jet was indeed assigned to me by the company, with all the proper paperwork. By occupying it now, you're already disrupting my work." "Disrupting your work?" The woman suddenly stood up from the pilot's seat and slapped me across the face. The sharp smack echoed through the courtyard, and my cheek instantly burned with pain. "Who do you think you are, daring to boss me around here?" "Listen, I've reserved this jet for today. If you keep talking back, I'll make sure you regret it!" She pointed right at my nose, spitting almost in my face. I covered my burning cheek, anger surging instantly, but thinking about the urgent space mission, I forced myself to hold back. "I have very important work to handle right now, related to a national project. Please get off immediately; don't cause a delay." But the woman ignored me completely and instead shouted into her phone: "Everyone, look at this! This lunatic is still spouting nonsense, talking about a national project. I bet she's just trying to scam me!"