Chapter 4Do Not Disturb: A Corporate Drone's First-Class Revenge

"I'm so sorry, I just wanted to pour you a cup of coffee to apologize."

"Please don't be angry. I'll pour you a fresh cup right now."

"Please, I beg you, do not report our crew..."

Buzz, buzz, buzz. Her voice echoed relentlessly in my ears.

I wearily lifted my head and looked at her.

Both of her hands were tightly gripping the coffee pot. She lowered her eyes, looking like a child who had made a mistake.

Yet, right next to her on the beverage cart sat a thick stack of life-saving napkins, which she conveniently ignored.

"Move your hands first. Let me grab some napkins to wipe off my keyboard."

I spoke, my voice dripping with exhaustion.

At this point, the only thing that mattered was saving my laptop.

I truly didn't have the energy to care about anything else.

The sticky coffee liquid dried on my dark clothing. After a lot of scrubbing, the keyboard finally looked somewhat normal again.

Though it was a mess, at least my most crucial piece of equipment had survived.

I slumped numbly back against the seat, glancing at the time on my desktop screen.

There was an hour and a half left until landing. Instead of trying to salvage a fragmented nap, I decided to go to the lavatory and wash my face.

With that in mind, I unbuckled my seatbelt and started to stand up to head toward the back.

The next instant, a splash of hot coffee was dumped directly onto the top of my head.

Drip, drop. The coffee ran down my hair, soaking into my undershirt. I stood frozen in shock, instantly transforming into a walking espresso machine.

"What the fuck..."

Feeling the sticky, hot mess covering my body, and remembering my tight schedule after landing, my rage finally overpowered my exhaustion.

I wrung the coffee out of my bangs and glared coldly at the flight attendant who caused this disaster.

Just as I was about to speak, she set the coffee pot down and looked at me with disdain.

"Ma'am, I have already apologized to you."

"You can be unhappy with me, but we are in a public space. Please mind your manners."

???

She was speaking English, but put together, I didn't seem to understand the logic at all.

Remembering the photos I had taken on my phone, I forcefully swallowed my anger. I turned sideways to avoid brushing against the seats and walked into the lavatory.

Splashing cool water on my face made me feel slightly better.

After landing, I'd get my checked luggage first, then change my clothes in an airport restroom.

I had a Ziploc bag in my carry-on with a spare change of clothes. I could send the dirty ones to the hotel's laundry service later.

As for my hair... I'd have to see if I could find a salon near the meeting location to get it quickly washed and blown out.

With the next steps clear in my head, I wiped the stains off my body.

But the moment I pushed open the lavatory door and stepped out, I was met with two eager faces.

"Hello, I am the Purser for this flight."

"I have something I'd like to discuss with you."