Trent sat fuming in his wide leather pod, grinding his teeth together while he stared at the crumpled cocktail napkin resting on Rick's tray table.
His massive ego fractured under the weight of the flight attendant's rejection, forcing him to mutter pathetic excuses under his breath, desperately trying to convince himself that the woman was just a blind, uneducated servant who failed to recognize true high-society status.
He aggressively adjusted the collar of his monogrammed jacket, searching the cabin for another target, needing a way to salvage his shattered pride before the plane even reached cruising altitude.
Just as he unbuckled his seatbelt, the heavy door of the first-class lavatory clicked open, and Elena stepped back out into the main aisle.
