No Turning Back After the Calm

"The same goes to them! All of you are done flying!"

The attendants' expressions fell instantly. A few were ready to stand up for me, but I silenced them with a glance.

At that moment, the intercom crackled with the dispatcher's voice. "The pre-flight checks are completed. Cabin crew, please be prepared. Boarding will begin shortly."

Upon hearing this, Edward gave a cold snort. "I couldn't care less about missing one flight. But after this, don't even dream of boarding my plane again. So choose wisely."

I pushed down the storm rising in my chest and answered quietly, "I understand."

At the same time, I shot a look at my aide, and she caught on instantly and nodded.

Since Edward had a death wish, I wouldn't save him this time.

…

Cindy continued to cause trouble even after boarding.

"I haven't worn a flight attendant uniform since my training days," she said, clinging to Edward's arm with a bright smile. "I want to put one on today for the experience and be your attendant."

"We don't have spare uniforms." I frowned.

She pouted and refused to back down. "I've been through training, and I know there are backups."

My voice turned cold as I refuted, "The backup uniforms are for official crew members, not for your little games."

Edward's brow furrowed, but his tone softened as he tried to justify her request. "Cindy isn't a stranger. What's the harm in letting her wear one?"

At this point, I lost control of my rage. My voice cut sharply and coldly. "She can wear it, but she has to work. She'll be in charge of pushing the meal cart."

Cindy burst out laughing at my words. "No way! That type of servant job is not for me. If anybody has to do it, it's all of you. I'm not here to play waitress."

The attendants' expressions soured, and one of them almost snapped at her, but I stopped them.

I stood firm and stayed calm, though rage burned in my chest. Inwardly, I scoffed, "Fine, keep playing your games. We'll see who's laughing when this plane lands."

Using his authority as captain, Edward escorted Cindy into first class. "There's nothing great about being a flight attendant. Passengers in first class have it best. Sit here and enjoy the ride."

Before long, the service bell rang.

A crew member went to respond, but moments later, she returned with a grim expression. "Ms. Henson, the passenger requested you personally."

My heart sank, and I could already guess who it was.

Sure enough, it was Cindy.

She sat leisurely in her seat. She had a blanket over her shoulders and a smug smile tugging at her lips. Her voice dripped with mockery. "I'm the passenger, and you're the flight attendant. Serving me is your job, isn't it?"

I kept my cool and responded calmly, "Good afternoon, ma'am. What can I get you?"

She giggled as if she'd heard the funniest joke. She toyed with the edge of her blanket as she ordered, "Bring me another blanket with a different color and a softer pillow. I heard there's a new toiletry kit, so I'll take that too. Oh, and bring me three kinds of drinks so I can compare them."

I fulfilled each request without letting emotion show on my face, but I could sense my colleagues silently raging behind me.

"She's just purposely causing trouble!" one of them growled in the back cabin.

"Stay calm and remember who we are," I reminded them.

Cindy ordered red wine a short while later, and I brought it to her.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she asked, "I heard first-class passengers can have the flight attendants do anything they want. Is that true?"

Behind me, one of the crew members couldn't hold back and cursed under her breath.