Simone looked around her.
Boarding was almost complete. All the first-class passengers had already settled in. Jackets were hanging in the closet. Drinks were being distributed. Laptop bags were filling the overhead bins.
Nothing suggested a change of aircraft.
Nothing suggested a security problem.
Nothing suggested a duplicate seat assignment.
“My boarding pass shows a confirmed first-class ticket.”
Derek’s smile tightened.
“We have discretion over cabin assignments.”
“What operational issue requires moving me?”
For half a second, his expression changed.
No confusion.
Irritation.
A second flight attendant appeared.
Her name was Marianne Price , the cabin service manager.
She looked to be about fifty years old, with perfectly arranged blond hair and the practiced composure of someone used to being obeyed.
“Is there a problem?” she asked.
Derek answered before Simone could.
“The 3D passenger refuses reassignment.”
Simone slowly concluded her report.
“I didn’t refuse anything. I asked why I was being moved.”