TSA Agent Accuses Black Woman of Smuggling — Then Discovers She Runs Customs...
Chapter 5
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Just as he was about to give up hope of seeing Harriet again, there she was, standing near a gate lounge, conversing with a uniformed pilot. The pilot nodded respectfully as they spoke. Harriet seemed comfortable, as if exchanging pleasantries with an old colleague. Then they shook hands, and the pilot hurried off. Harriet turned toward a window and gazed at the runway, her posture tall and relaxed.Grant's heart pounded. It wasn't necessarily suspicious to talk to a pilot, but the ease of their interaction, the pilot's respect—that was unusual. Or was he reading too much into ordinary politeness? He struggled to interpret the scene without bias. All he knew was that Harriet had a commanding presence that seemed out of place among everyday travelers.Unable to quell his curiosity, Grant approached Harriet. He was off to the side near a row of chairs before she noticed him. When Harriet did turn around, she gave him that same polite smile and nodded."Hello again," Harriet said calmly, as if greeting an acquaintance at a corporate function."Ma'am," Grant began, trying to keep his tone neutral, but failing to hide the tension in his voice. "I couldn't help but notice you're still here a couple hours after going through security. Is everything all right with your flight?"Harriet tilted her head slightly, showing neither annoyance nor surprise. "Yes, Agent. My flight was delayed, and I've been catching up on some work. Is there something you'd like to ask me directly?"Grant felt a momentary flush of embarrassment. He didn't want to come off as harassing a passenger, but he also wasn't ready to let this go. "I, uh, noticed you looking at something on your phone earlier. It looked like security footage. Could you clarify what that was about?"For a second, Harriet's face gave away nothing. Then she offered a gentle smile that revealed absolutely no fear. "That was a video feed from my office. I'm a federal employee, and I had to monitor a situation remotely. Is that a problem, Agent Fowler?"She used his last name, which he hadn't given her. Immediately, Grant's instincts flared. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice edging toward defensive.