We invite our first class and platinum elite passengers to board at this time. Isabella gathered her Louis Vuitton carry-on and walked to the priority boarding line. Behind her, Blake Morrison appeared carrying a briefcase that probably cost more than most cars. Blake was late because Blake was always late. He operated on the assumption that planes like people would wait for him and they usually did.
Morrison Venture Capital had stakes in three airlines. Blake flew first class exclusively and made sure everyone knew it. "Isabella, darling," he called out. "Fancy meeting you here." Isabella turned and smiled. Blake was useful, rich, connected, and completely lacking in social awareness.
Perfect for board politics. Blake, I didn't know you were on this flight. Last minute business in London. You know how it is. They reached the gate together.
Richard Steinberg's demeanor changed completely when he saw Isabella's board member identification. Ms. Fairmont, so good to see you again. Hello, Richard. I trust everything's running smoothly. Of course, ma'am, though we did have a minor situation earlier with a passenger trying to use what might have been a fraudulent ticket.
Isabella raised an eyebrow. Really first class seat. The passenger didn't exactly fit our typical demographic. Blake laughed. People are always trying to game the system.
That's why we have professionals like you keeping an eye on things. Richard beamed at the praise. Just doing my job, sir. Victoria approached the boarding line behind a family with young children. The parents struggled with car seats and diaper bags while their toddler had a complete meltdown.
This is exactly why I avoid commercial flights, Blake said loudly to Isabella. The quality of passengers has really declined. The mother turned around exhausted and embarrassed. I'm sorry if we're bothering you. You're not, Victoria said firmly.
She helped the mother lift a car seat. Kids have tough days. We've all been there. Blake rolled his eyes. Some of us have been there.
Others of us travel like adults. Victoria looked at Blake for the first time. She saw a man who'd never been told no, never faced real adversity, never questioned whether he belonged somewhere. Mr. Morrison. Blake Morrison.
He said it like she should recognize the name. Mr. Morrison. I'm sure these parents are doing their best, and I'm sure they'd be more comfortable in the main cabin with the other families. Or maybe you'd be more comfortable flying private if commercial passengers bother you so much. Blake's face flushed.
Excuse me. Nothing, just a suggestion. Richard called Isabella and Blake to the front of the line. They boarded without another glance at Victoria or the struggling family. Ashley Palmer greeted them at the aircraft door with champagne and warm towels.