I'm sorry, Mr. Morrison. We're completely full in first class. Then upgrade someone from business class. We're full in business class, too. Blake stood up, frustrated.
Then what exactly do you suggest? That's when Victoria Hayes appeared in the first class cabin. She walked slowly up the aisle carrying her tablet. Conversation stopped. Passengers turned to watch.
There was something different about her now, more confident, more purposeful. Excuse me, she said to Ashley. I couldn't help but notice Mr. Morrison is having technical difficulties. Ashley looked confused. I'm sorry.
Are you? I'm the passenger you moved to economy from seat 1A. Victoria's voice was calm but carried clearly through the cabin. Which happens to be Mr. Morrison's problem seat. Blake turned around.
What are you talking about? I'm talking about the fact that every malfunction you're experiencing corresponds exactly to unauthorized access attempts in the flight management system. English, please. Victoria held up her tablet. The screen showed diagnostic readouts from Blake's seat.
Real-time data streaming from sensors embedded in the aircraft. Someone is remotely accessing this plane's computers. They're targeting your specific seat. The question is, why would someone want to mess with Blake Morrison's flight experience? Blake stared at the data.
Even he could recognize the patterns. Every malfunction corresponded to a spike in network activity. Who would do that? Someone who thinks you don't deserve that seat. Isabella Fairmont had been listening to every word.
She stood up and walked over. What exactly are you implying? Isabella's tone was icy. I'm not implying anything. I'm stating facts.
Someone with access to this plane's computer systems is causing problems for Mr. Morrison. The timing suggests it's related to the seating dispute. That's preposterous. You're suggesting someone is hacking into commercial aviation systems. Victoria looked directly at Isabella.
I'm suggesting that actions have consequences. Sometimes those consequences are immediate. Sophia Martinez had stopped pretending to be discreet. Her phone was openly recording the conversation. Her live stream viewer count had jumped to 8,000.