I stepped onto the plane and froze. There, in seat 22B, was Mr. Ellman—my old boss. The man who had fired me two years ago. Unfairly. I flushed, looked away, and pretended not to notice him.
He leaned toward the flight attendant and whispered something.
First class? My heart skipped a beat. I’d never flown like this before.
As I passed him, he gave a small, almost sheepish nod. No hard feelings, it seemed.
I didn’t respond. Just grabbed my backpack and walked forward, pulse racing. Was this a prank? A peace offering? I had no idea.
Settling into the plush leather seat, I declined the champagne. My mind was spinning.
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