Leo looked down at the hundred-dollar bill, realizing these two were master manipulators who would aggressively debate any direct confrontation. Forcing the issue right now would cause a prolonged standoff on the jetbridge, requiring airport security and delaying the departure for over three hundred innocent passengers sitting in the back. “Let me just check with the cabin crew first,” Leo said pleasantly, stepping back from the suite without touching the offered money.
He walked down the short corridor toward the forward galley. Sarah, the head flight attendant, had watched the entire exchange unfold from the doorway. She knew exactly what had happened and exactly who Leo was, having flown with him on a dozen international routes over the last five years.