And for a woman who had spent 12 years believing she was the most important person in every first class cabin she worked, that was unbearable. She stood in the galley behind the curtain, arms crossed, jaw tight. Greg Nolan was restocking the snack drawer. "Did you see that?" Diane said. Greg looked up.
29 Years old, soft face, brown hair parted neatly to one side. He'd been with Prestige Atlantic for two years, and every one of those days had been spent doing exactly what Diane told him to do. See what the guy in 2A just sitting there. Won't talk. Won't move.
Won't even look at me. She shook her head. I told him champagne wasn't for him. I told him to his face. And you know what he did?
Nothing. Just turned to the window like I'm invisible. Greg glanced toward the cabin. Maybe he's just he's trying to make me feel small, Greg. That's what he's doing.
She unccrossed her arms and pointed toward the curtain. Go talk to him. Tell him he'd be more comfortable in economy. Use those exact words. Diane, his boarding pass says first class.
I saw it on the I don't care what it says. Her voice dropped low. I'm the lead crew in this cabin. If I say someone doesn't belong here, they don't belong here. Go.
Greg hesitated. He looked at the curtain, looked back at Diane, looked at his shoes, then he went. He walked to row two with the posture of a man who had been told to deliver bad news he didn't believe in. He stopped next to Isaiah's seat, hands clasped in front of him, and waited for Isaiah to turn. Isaiah didn't turn.
Sir. Greg's voice cracked slightly. I uh I just wanted to let you know that we have some open seats in economy. If you'd prefer a more comfortable experience. Isaiah's head moved one inch, just enough to see Greg from the corner of his eye.
I'm in my seat. Four words. No anger, no sarcasm, no challenge, just a fact delivered with the kind of quiet authority that most people never achieve in a lifetime. Greg stood there for three more seconds. Then he retreated to the galley like a dog that had been sent to bark and came back with its tail between its legs.
Diane was waiting behind the curtain. Well, he said he's in his seat. That's it. That's it. Diane's fingers curled around the edge of the galley counter.