The passengers laughing. The room gasped. Lysandra didn’t look at the screen. She looked at the crowd.
“An airline that judges its passengers by their clothes doesn’t deserve to fly under our name,” she said.
The words were simple, but they landed like a verdict. Reporters scrambled, typing furiously. Gavin’s face went pale.
Tanya, in the back, covered her mouth. Elliot stared at the floor.
The footage looped, the laughter echoing through the speakers.
Lysandra stepped away from the podium, her backpack slung over her shoulder. She didn’t need to say more.
The truth was doing the talking. The fallout was swift. By evening, the headlines were everywhere. “Orion Air Acquisition Canceled.”
“Mystery Woman Revealed as Veil Holdings Chairwoman.” The stock plummeted another 20%. Investors bailed. Sponsors dropped.
At headquarters, Gavin called another emergency meeting, his voice shouting: “We can fix this!”
he kept saying, but no one believed him.
