The captain held a tablet.
“Ms. Nora Bennett?”
I stood.
Patricia immediately started talking.
“Captain, whatever she did, I’m sure—”
He didn’t even look at her.
“Ms. Bennett,” he said clearly, “Operations has confirmed your authority as controlling owner representative of Silverline Airways. We require your direction regarding a corporate fraud matter and a safety violation connected to this flight.”
Mason’s champagne glass slipped from his hand.
It shattered against the floor.
For one perfect second, no one breathed.
Then Patricia laughed.
It was thin.
Forced.
Almost desperate.
“Owner representative? Her?”
She pointed toward me.
“Captain, there has obviously been some mistake. Nora can barely afford rent.”
I stepped into the aisle.
“There’s no mistake.”
The captain handed me the tablet.
The screen showed every charge Patricia had placed on the executive account.
Four first-class tickets.
Luxury baggage exemptions.
Special handling fees.
Private transfers.
A chalet catering deposit.
