“M-Ms. Vance,” he stammered, his voice tight with the sudden, colossal realization of his error, “there’s been… a terrible mistake.”
I could feel the eyes of the entire gate upon us, a hundred passengers watching the drama unfold, their fates inexplicably tied to this moment. Brenda, the ground agent, stood paralyzed, her earlier bravado crumbling as the gravity of her error became apparent. She had underestimated me, and now she faced the consequences of her actions.
“Ms. Vance, we are deeply sorry for this… oversight,” the Director continued, struggling to maintain his composure. “Please allow us to correct this immediately. Your original seats will be restored, and we’ll ensure your son and you are comfortably seated. Additionally, we can arrange for a private lounge while you wait.”
