Chapter 2

Claire, however, stuck out her neck, a look of smug confidence on her face: "I'm not changing your seats! You can die in this seat today if you want!"

I was trembling with rage, my full fury no longer contained: "Go get your chief flight attendant! I want to ask her, is this Delta Airlines' standard of professional conduct?"

Claire scoffed: "See? Women really are jealous, always running to their boss at the slightest thing."

"Go ahead and call her! Do you think I'm scared of you?"

Whispers erupted around us, and a surge of irrational anger rushed to my head.

I'd been a detective for eight years, personally apprehending countless heinous criminals.

But I had never encountered someone so ignorant and foolish.

She had no idea that the "handsome guy" she was so desperately trying to charm was a criminal with blood on his hands.

The chief flight attendant quickly arrived, speaking humbly: "Ma'am, how may I assist you?"

Just as I was about to explain the situation, Claire stepped forward and cried out, "Aunt Levitt!"

Then she immediately covered her face and burst into tears, drawing the full attention of the entire cabin.

"Aunt Levitt, this woman is bullying me! I was just doing my job, and she randomly yelled at me, forced me to change her seat, and threatened to report me!"

She deliberately shouted "bullying" and "report" extra loud, appearing fragile and delicate.

Uninformed passengers in the front rows were instantly stirred, standing up and looking our way.

Some even pulled out their phones to record, their voices filled with sympathy for Claire.

A middle-aged man frowned, pointing at me and loudly declared, "I say, you're going too far, lady! What's wrong with a young girl working as an intern? Do you really need to threaten to report her?"

A middle-aged woman next to him nodded in agreement, her voice tinged with disdain:

"Exactly! You look so put-together, yet you're so vicious! You'll have children someday, can't you be more understanding?"

"Some people just can't stand to see others young and pretty. It's pure jealousy, plain and simple."

"Don't worry, little girl, if she reports you, we'll all write letters to the airline to vouch for you."

Another professional-looking woman impatiently took off her eye mask, glancing at me: "Can you be quiet? Are you so miserable in your daily life that you have to complain about every little thing?"

I was trembling with anger from the baseless accusations: "Are you all blind? Or is there something wrong with your brains?"

"This is completely twisting the facts! She completely ignored my repeated warnings and kept bothering him! I merely asked her to change our seats, and she turned it around on me, claiming I was bullying her!"

Seeing people taking her side, Claire cried even harder, choking out: "Thank you, everyone. The public sees clearly... I'm not twisting the facts, I'm just doing my duty! She's targeting me!"

Saying this, she feigned a bow to me:

"Ma'am, let's just say it's all my fault, okay? I apologize to you, please don't report me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Again, sounds of "tsk tsk tsk" rippled through the cabin.

"Flight attendants are people too! Look at what she's reduced her to!"

"When will some people understand that everyone is equal? Does she really think she's above others?"

Ms. Levitt's face instantly darkened. She pulled Claire behind her, her gaze at me turning chillingly cold.

Her earlier humility was completely gone.