“I assumed customer relations.”
David was already working on his tablet.
Claire watched his expression change.
“What?”
“The profile note has no standard department code.”
“Meaning?”
“It may have been entered manually.”
“By whom?”
“I’m checking.”
Richard appeared at the galley entrance.
“This has gone far enough.”
Claire turned.
“You were asked to take your assigned seat.”
“I will when we leave.”
“Then take it.”
Richard stepped closer.
“I want a private conversation.”
“No.”
His face tightened.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing.”
Claire almost laughed at the irony.
“I understand perfectly.”
“I don’t think you do.”
David moved between them slightly.
“Mr. Caldwell.”
Richard ignored him.
His eyes remained fixed on Claire.
“You start pulling at internal arrangements you don’t understand, you may not like what comes out.”
Claire’s gaze sharpened.
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s advice.”
He turned away.
Susan looked pale.
Claire faced David.
“Find who created that service notation.”
David’s fingers moved over the tablet.
Seconds passed.
Then he stopped.
Claire saw the answer before he spoke.
“What?”
David looked at Susan.
Then Claire.
“The note was entered from an executive-level credential.”
Claire felt her heartbeat change.
“Whose?”
David did not answer immediately.
He enlarged the audit record.
The name appeared.
And Claire recognized it.
It belonged to someone who had sat beside her in Meridian board meetings for seven years.
David looked up.
“There’s more.”
A new alert appeared on his screen.
Someone at corporate headquarters had just attempted to delete Richard Caldwell’s profile note.
While they were standing there.
Claire reached for the tablet.
The deletion request had come from the same executive account.
Claire watched the name glow on her screen.
MARTIN VALE.
Meridian Airlines Chief Commercial Officer.
One of the five most powerful executives in the company.
One of the people who had repeatedly assured her that complaints about preferential treatment were “isolated anomalies.”
Claire let the phone ring.
David stared at the audit log.
Susan stood beside the galley counter, breathing shallowly.
The call stopped.
Three seconds later, it started again.
Richard Caldwell sat in 3C now, but Claire could see him through the open galley entrance.
He was watching.
Not casually.
Waiting.
Claire answered.
“Martin.”
His voice arrived instantly.
“Claire, where are you?”
“You know where I am.”
A pause.
“I just received an unusual operations alert involving Flight 318.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“What happened?”
Claire looked at David.
Someone had tried to delete the evidence less than two minutes earlier.
“You tell me.”
Another pause.
Martin had known Claire for years.
He knew when not to fill silence.
Finally he said, “I don’t understand.”
“Someone used your executive credentials to create an unauthorized service notation on Richard Caldwell’s customer profile.”
Silence.
“And someone using the same account attempted to delete it after this aircraft was placed on hold.”
Martin’s tone changed.
“Claire, do not jump to conclusions.”
“I haven’t.”
“Then let security examine the credential access.”
“They will.”
“Good.”
“After they preserve your devices and account logs.”
This time the silence lasted longer.
“Are you accusing me of something?”
“I’m describing procedure.”
“You’re treating me like a suspect.”
“I’m treating the audit trail like evidence.”
Martin exhaled sharply.
“Listen to me. There are commercial realities you may not understand from an operations perspective.”
Claire nearly smiled.
Martin had just made his first mistake.
“I run the company, Martin.”
“Yes, and I run commercial strategy.”
“Which does not authorize secret exceptions to customer policy.”
“They aren’t secret exceptions.”
“What are they?”
“Retention guidance.”
Claire glanced at David.
There.
An admission.
“Did you add the notation?”
Martin did not answer.
“Martin?”
“We should discuss this privately.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Not over the phone.”
Claire’s expression hardened.
“You called me.”
Susan looked down.
David quietly tapped a button on the tablet to flag the audit record for preservation.
Martin continued.
“Caldwell Strategic is a major account.”
“I’m aware.”
“They’ve been under aggressive solicitation from two competitors.”
“Still aware.”
“Richard Caldwell personally controls travel vendor decisions.”
“And therefore?”
“Therefore our teams have discretion to protect relationships.”
“By taking another passenger’s confirmed seat?”
“That is not what I said.”
“It’s what happened.”
Martin lowered his voice.
“Claire, flights are full of judgment calls.”
“Yes.”
“You cannot personally investigate every employee decision.”
“I don’t intend to.”
“Then let Susan manage her cabin.”
Claire looked toward Susan.
The cabin manager’s shoulders tightened at hearing her name.
“You already know which employee is involved.”
Martin stopped.
Claire continued.
“I never told you Susan Parker’s name.”
David looked at Claire sharply.
Susan’s eyes widened.
On the other end, Martin said nothing.
Claire’s tone remained calm.
“How did you know?”
“I saw the crew roster.”
“When?”
“Just now.”
“Why?”
“Because there was an operations alert.”
“David?”
He understood the question.
“No crew roster was attached to the initial alert.”
Martin heard him.
His voice sharpened.
“Who is with you?”
“Regional operations.”
“This is becoming ridiculous.”
Claire leaned against the galley counter.
“Did Richard contact you?”
“No.”
Claire looked toward row three.
Richard was no longer watching them.
He was typing on his phone.
“Martin.”