Chapter 3

The AuraJet First Class Sky Suite was Seraphina's flagship project. Each of the eight suites was a private cocoon of brushed aluminum, cream leather, and soft-close mahogany doors. Seraphina had personally overseen the design, from the thread count of the pajamas to the weight of the silver-plated cutlery.She stowed her Tumi bag, slipped off her sneakers, and put on the provided slippers. She declined the pre-departure pajamas, preferring to change later. She was analyzing the new amenity kit—a sleek leather case by a sustainable British brand, Aspinal of London—when Marcus Thorne and Chloe arrived.Their seats were 1C and 1D, the adjacent center suites. Marcus stopped dead when he saw Seraphina in 1A. His eyes raked over her, from her simple bun down to her gray socks. He visibly recoiled, as if finding a bug in his salad.Chloe just stared. "Oh," she said, her voice dripping with disappointment."You've got to be kidding me," Marcus muttered.He flagged down the lead purser, a polished woman in her fifties with a nametag that read Evelyn Shaw."Excuse me," Marcus said, not bothering to lower his voice. "I believe there's been a mistake. We are in 1C and 1D, but I was under the impression this cabin was exclusive."Evelyn, a twenty-five-year veteran of the skies, pasted on her customer service smile. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Thorne. AuraJet First is our most exclusive cabin. Is there a problem with your suite?""The problem," Marcus said, gesturing unsubtly at Seraphina, "is her in 1A. Is that really a full-fare passenger?"Seraphina didn't even look up from the amenity kit; she was testing the zipper.Evelyn's smile faltered for a fraction of a second. She glanced at her official flight manifest. "Sir, all passengers in this cabin are ticketed for first class. Suite 1A is occupied by Ms. Jordan.""Right. Ms. Jordan." Marcus savored the name with sarcastic venom. "Well, fine, but I want it noted that I am not happy with the standard. Not at all."He and Chloe settled into their seats. The privacy screen between them immediately lowered.Evelyn, flustered, hurried to Seraphina's suite. "Ms. Jordan, a pre-departure beverage? We have our 2012 Dom Pérignon or a lovely Sauvignon Blanc."

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