“Ma’am, there’s been… a terrible mistake,” the Director managed to say, his voice barely audible over the commotion around us.
I maintained my composure, a slight nod acknowledging his acknowledgment. “Indeed, it seems there has been,” I replied, my tone cool and collected. Leo, sensing the shift in dynamics, had stopped crying and was now looking up at me with a mix of confusion and awe.
The Director glanced nervously at Brenda, who was still frozen, her authority dismantled in mere moments. “Ms. Vance, please, allow me to rectify this. I’ll personally ensure that you and your son are seated on the flight.”
