Julian continued smoothly, gesturing toward the rest of the cabin with an expansive hand gesture. “We have the standard first-class seats directly behind this pod, which are perfectly good, but since this double suite comfortably fits two, it just seemed like the most compassionate arrangement for her health. You’ll have the exact same legroom back there, honestly.”
Beatrice looked up with a soft, tired smile and touched her temple gently—the universal gesture of a distressed woman trying to be brave under difficult circumstances. Julian then smoothly produced a crisp hundred-dollar bill from his leather wallet, holding it out with a warm, brotherly smile. “For your trouble, friend. No fuss, no forms. Let’s just keep this simple between us.”