“Ma’am, there’s been a terrible mistake,” he continued, sweat trickling down his forehead. The paleness of his face was only matched by the desperation in his eyes. “We had no idea. Please, allow us to rectify this immediately.”
The terminal had descended into an uproar. Passengers were demanding answers, their voices rising in a cacophony of anger and confusion. The so-called VIPs, who had so casually displaced us, were now clamoring for someone to explain the situation. Brenda, the ground staff agent, stood off to the side, her earlier bravado evaporating under the pressure of the unfolding chaos.
Leo, still holding his action figure with a firm grip, looked up at me with wide eyes, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. I squeezed his hand reassuringly, my heart steady with the knowledge that justice was on our side.
