He leaned toward the flight attendant and murmured something I couldn’t hear. Minutes later, she returned with a calm smile.
“Sir, you’ve been moved to first class.”
I blinked, confused. “There must be a mistake.”
“No mistake,” she said gently. “Please, come with me.”
A Seat in First Class — and a Storm in My Mind
The front cabin felt like another planet. Spacious seats. Soft light. The quiet hum of comfort. But I couldn’t settle.
I kept replaying that day from two years ago: the cold office, the careful phrasing — “budget restructuring,” “unfortunately, we have to let you go.” Words that felt professional to him but devastating to me.
