Leo absorbed the information with a quiet grin. If Sarah evicted the manipulative couple right now, they would have no physical seats left on the entire aircraft, triggering an explosive corporate scene over Beatrice’s “medical anxiety.” Julian would undoubtedly turn the chaos into a massive formal complaint against the crew before the wheels even left the ground.
Leo shook his head, a mischievous glint appearing in his eye. “Don’t call security, Sarah. Find me the crew jumpseat for takeoff. If they want my suite so badly, let’s let them have it—along with a very customized flight experience.” Sarah looked at him, catching the subtle twinkle in his eyes. She knew that look; Leo wasn’t just a veteran pilot, he knew the electrical and digital systems of the Boeing 777 better than the engineers who built them.