Six Hours in the Air
The flight itself passed without incident. Yet Marcus could feel the chill in the service. Where other first-class passengers received warm smiles, lingering conversation, and extra wine refills, his interactions were purely transactional: “Chicken or beef?” “Water or juice?” No warmth, no courtesy.
Marcus didn’t complain. He turned to his work instead, refining the slides for his keynote. On paper, the speech was about technology and innovation. But now, as he typed, he thought about something larger—something that burned quietly in his chest.
When the plane touched down in New York, he knew exactly what he would do.
