Christmas Nightmare: Racist Flight Attendant Tries to Frame a Pilot, Ends Up in Handcuffs After One Secret Call!

You absolute idiot. How could you be so careless? These flight plans are critical, you imbecile. >> Don’t you dare walk away from me, Jordan. Men like you always think rules are optional. Claire Wittman’s voice tore through gate 42 like shrapnel, loud enough to snap passengers heads around. First Officer Jordan Hayes, 32, tall, warm brown skin, crisp uniform, still smelling of jet fuel and Christmas hopes, froze midstep.

His tablet hung loosely in his hand. Behind him, the giant window reflected his shock. Clare, 48, pale-kinned, razor straight posture, hair lacquered into a helmet, was storming toward him with the confidence of someone who had destroyed people before and never once paid a price for it.

She jabbed a manicured finger inches from his chest. I’m done covering your mistakes. Done pretending your little oversightes are accidents. You think your smile makes you trustworthy? Please. Passengers watched, phones lifted. Jordan kept his voice controlled. “Claire, lower your voice. We can discuss the passenger count privately.

” “Privately?” Clare barked a mocking laugh. “Oh, now you want privacy?” “No, sweetheart. Not tonight. Your lies end right here in front of everyone.” Jordan’s stomach tightened. She was spiraling, and she wanted an audience. You altered the charity seat numbers, she declared, projecting her voice. You lied on the weight and balance sheet.

This pilot thinks he can fudge safety data because he’s desperate to look competent. A few gasps, a soldier holding his daughter whispered. Is the flight in danger? Jordan tried again. Claire, the roster discrepancies came from your my logs? She snapped. Don’t even try it. I’ve been flying longer than you’ve been alive. You are not dragging me into your incompetence.

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