The man occupying the seat looked up at Leo with a smooth, practiced expression of gentle concern. “Sir, as we’ve already explained to the crew—this custom pod clearly features two separate seating spaces, and we hold valid first-class tickets anyway. It makes far more practical sense for a married couple to share this enclosure for a transatlantic flight. We’re sure the wonderful cabin staff will be delighted to sort you out elsewhere.”
His wife nodded sweetly beside him, carefully adjusting her luxury cashmere shawl. “Yes, please understand. My medical condition makes traveling in separate rows quite distressing.” Leo knew that forcing an immediate eviction right now would cause a massive, dramatic scene and delay the flight’s departure from the gate. Instead of raising his voice, he smiled quietly to himself in anticipation. He realized it was time to let them have a taste of their own medicine.