Janelle switched her phone to selfie mode and began livestreaming. “Hey everyone, it’s Janelle. We’ve got some drama in first class. This lady thinks she can just sit wherever she wants.”
The viewer count ticked upward—23, 47, 89—watching in real time.
“Security to Gate 12A,” Janelle spoke into her headset, never breaking eye contact with Kesha. “Passenger refusing to move from an assigned seat.”
Kesha remained composed. When she reached into her wallet, a platinum American Express Centurion card briefly caught the light.
“Probably stolen,” the businessman muttered to his neighbor.
Her phone buzzed.
“Tell the board I’ll be about twenty minutes late,” she said evenly.
Janelle rolled her eyes dramatically for the camera. “Oh, now she’s got a board meeting. Maybe corporate at McDonald’s.”
The livestream comment section filled with laughing emojis—and worse.
A young Latina woman in 3B shifted uneasily. She’d seen this kind of thing before.
