SEND.
I closed the tablet.
Smoothed my apron.
Adjusted my purser pin.
Then poured two glasses of vintage champagne.
I carried the crystal flutes through the curtain into First Class.
Adrian was leaning toward his companion.
Whispering.
Her ticket identified her as:
Celeste.
The instant Adrian saw me approaching, his entire body stiffened against the leather seat.
“Champagne for seats 2A and 2B?”
I placed the tray beside him.
Celeste offered me a polite but uncertain smile.
“Thank you.”
She reached for one of the glasses.
“This flight is already starting off beautifully.”
“I aim to please, Celeste.”
I kept my eyes on Adrian.
“Although I should mention there appears to be a minor problem with your booking.”
Adrian’s jaw tightened.
“Elena.”
His voice dropped.
“Please.”
He looked around.
“Don’t do this here.”
“Oh, it’s purely administrative, Adrian.”
I smiled.
“It appears the corporate card used to purchase your fourteen-thousand-dollar first-class tickets was just flagged and frozen because of suspected unauthorized activity.”
Celeste frowned.
