Ivy Lentz flung her boarding pass at the attendant with a defiant gesture.
She had thought the attendant might change her mind, or at least soften her tone, but instead, she saw the attendant maintaining a formulaic smile from beginning to end, her eyes devoid of any courtesy as she said,
"Mrs. Jones has been disturbed and needs her rest, please, if you do not wish to cooperate, I can have airport security come and ask you to leave."
The person still wore a kindly smile, but her words were anything but friendly.
Ivy's face darkened with insult, growing even more infuriated at being so directly chased away.
She's just an airport employee, and yet she dared to treat her like this.
"You wait, I will definitely complain about you!"
"Certainly, miss, this is my employee number, the complaint number is posted on the door."
The attendant maintained her perfect smile, but inwardly, she sneered.
Hah! Better to offend a superior than to offend Young Master Jones; she wasn't a fool.
