She stepped to the podium, her movement slow, deliberate. “Veil Holdings will not be acquiring Orion Air,” she said.
Her voice was steady, no trace of anger. She nodded to Claire, who tapped a tablet.
The screen behind her lit up with security footage: clear, unmistakable. Tanya tearing the ticket, Elliot barking orders.
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.
