Jennifer leaned in. “And you know what’s worse? When they bring all their kids, running up and down the aisles, screaming, touching everything, like they’re entitled to first-class service on economy tickets.”
“Exactly,” Rebecca agreed. “They get on these planes and act like they own the place. Someone needs to remind them where they belong.”
Devon approached, his expression serious. “Rebecca, please tell me you read that email from corporate.”
“No, Devon, and I’m not going to. Nothing ever actually changes.”
“This one is different,” Devon urged. “The new CEO, Vivien Carter, just took over officially. She’s already fired three senior executives for what she’s calling ‘culture violations.’ She came from nothing. Built a tech empire worth $3 billion from scratch.”
Rebecca laughed, sharp and ugly. “Came from nothing. Right. Let me guess, another diversity hire playing the victim card. Another person who checked all the right boxes and got handed everything on a silver platter. I’m so tired of these people getting promoted over those of us who actually work for it.”
“These people? What people exactly, Rebecca?” Devon’s jaw tightened.