boarding, hoping the crew wouldn't notice until the plane was in
the air.
leanor did not hesitate. Driven by a misplaced sense
of duty to protect the exclusivity of her cabin, she placed
her tray down and approached row 2. She did not pause to double-
check her manifest; her eyes had given her all the information she
believed she needed. As she reached Arthur's pod, he turned from
the window, offering her a polite, warm smile, perhaps expecting
the offer of a warm towel.
Instead, Eleanor leaned in. She maintained her professional
smile, but her voice held a firm, unyielding edge. "Excuse me, sir,"
she said, ensuring her tone was low enough not to disturb the
entire cabin, but authoritative enough to command obedience.
"This is the first-class cabin."
rthur blinked, slightly taken aback by the abrupt
greeting. He looked up at the young woman, his
expression mild. "Yes, miss, I am aware," he replied, his voice a soft,
gravelly baritone. He settled back into his seat, waiting for her to