Blake Morrison unbuckles his seat belt and stands up. That's it. I'm going to sort this out myself. He marches toward the cockpit. Ashley intercepts him in the galley.
Sir, you can't go up there. Watch me. I've had enough of this incompetence. Mr. Morrison, please return to your seat or I'll have to call security. What security?
We're in the middle of the air. Blake pushes past Ashley. She grabs his arm. He shakes her off. Don't touch me.
I know my rights. That's when things get interesting because Victoria Hayes stands up. She walks slowly up the aisle carrying her tablet. Passengers turn to watch. There's something about her presence that commands attention.
She moves with the confidence of someone who owns the building, not just a seat in it. Mr. Morrison, she says quietly. Blake turns around. What? I believe you're needed in first class.
Who are you to tell me where I'm needed? Victoria holds up her tablet. The screen shows the cockpit's navigation display in real-time. Every instrument, every warning light, every error message. I'm the person who can get this plane back on the ground.
Blake stares at the screen. How did you get access to that? The better question is, why did you take my seat? Your seat, lady? I don't know who you think you are, but I think I'm the CEO of Skylink Dynamics, the company that provides navigation software for this aircraft.
The woman you had removed from seat 1A because you didn't think I belonged there. The cabin goes dead silent. Blake's face turns white, then red, then white again. You're lying. Victoria touches her screen.
Every seat belt light in the cabin flashes on and off in sequence. A wave of light running from front to back. The navigation software is responding to my commands. Mr. Morrison, the question is, do you want to keep flying in circles or do you want to apologize and let me fix this? Blake looks around the cabin. Two hundred pairs of eyes stare at him.
Sophia Martinez has her phone trained on his face. Her live stream now has 47,000 viewers. This is ridiculous," he says, but his voice cracks. Victoria touches her screen again. The plane banks sharply to the right.
Passengers gasp and grab their armrests. "Oops," Victoria says calmly. "Sorry about that. Sometimes the software is a little sensitive." Captain Mendoza's voice fills the cabin. "Ladies and gentlemen, please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened.