Dragged From Seat 1A, He Held His Ticket As The Cabin Turned Against Him

Her eyes swept the cabin with the assessing gaze of someone perpetually evaluating social hierarchies, measuring worth in designer labels and seat assignments.

Those eyes landed on Marcus, and her expression shifted from neutral assessment to visible displeasure in the span of a heartbeat.

“Excuse me,” Karen said, her voice carrying the particular tone continue reading …