“Don’t try to sneak your way up here, honey.”
Passengers stared openly now.
Kesha smoothed her blazer, the face of an expensive watch glinting at her wrist. She didn’t move from her seat. Have you ever been dismissed so quickly that people couldn’t see the authority sitting right in front of them?
“Ten minutes until departure,” someone announced faintly.
“I do have a first-class ticket,” Kesha repeated, offering the boarding pass again.
Janelle snatched it like she was confiscating stolen goods, holding it up to the light. “Mhm. Sure.” She turned toward the cabin, raising her voice. “Looks like we’ve got another passenger trying to upgrade herself.”
The businessman in 1C immediately lifted his phone, thumb hovering over record.
The elderly woman in 1D leaned toward her husband. “They always try this,” she whispered.
