“I’m Lysandra Vale, Chairwoman of Veil Arrow Holdings. I believe you’ve met me before.”
She let that sit, her eyes moving from face to face. Tanya’s hands gripped the edge of her chair.
Elliot stared at the table. Gavin forced a laugh, stepping forward. “Ms. Vale, what an honor. We had no idea.
Please, let’s talk.” Lysandra tilted her head just enough to make him pause.
“I’m here to see if your airline deserves to exist under our name,” she said.
The words were soft, but they hit like a hammer.
During a break in the meeting, Lysandra stepped into the hallway where a young janitor was mopping the floor.
He was wiry, his uniform slightly too big, his hands calloused from years of work.
He glanced up, saw her vest, and quickly looked away, like he’d been trained to be invisible.
Lysandra crouched down, picking up a stray paper he’d missed, and handed it to him.
