Chapter 2

Today was the first day of my secret rotation.

I stood at the aircraft door, maintaining a standard smile to welcome passengers boarding.

Most passengers nodded at us kindly.

Until a man wearing a pink tweed Chanel suit appeared at the jetway entrance.

He was holding a shiny VIP card, his critical gaze sweeping me from head to toe.

"New here? No wonder you have no manners!"

"Do you know what a super VIP card means? It could buy all your lives!"

"Such a shallow bow—do you have a lumbar strain or are you looking down on me? Ninety degrees! Hold it for 100 minutes!"

Following standard procedure, I bowed slightly and showed a professional smile: "Sir, good morning, welcome aboard."

Just that one word "sir" stirred up a hornet's nest.

He stopped abruptly, his voice affected and theatrical:

"How should I put this? In this flight attendant business, just selling smiles won't cut it—you need more discernment!"

He pointed at his entire outfit, "Look at me from head to toe, which part looks like a 'sir'? Call me Miss Jason!!"

Rachel, a senior flight attendant welcoming passengers beside me, turned pale and quickly tugged at me, stepping forward with a ninety-degree bow: "I'm so sorry! Hello, Miss Jason! She's new and doesn't know the rules. Please don't take offense!"

The man snorted coldly through his nose, rolled his eyes at us, and walked into the cabin.

Rachel quickly whispered in my ear: "This person is Jason Brown, a super VIP member of our airline. We must serve him well, otherwise if he complains, our entire crew will be in big trouble."

I was stunned. Our airline had only issued 3 super VIP cards total.

Two went to Grandpa's old friends, and the other one...

I had clearly given it to my husband—the airline's current general manager Carter, for him to use for the most important business receptions.

But why would Carter give the super VIP card representing the airline's highest courtesy and absolute trust to this flamboyant Jason?

I suppressed the shock and churning emotions in my heart.

Right now, ensuring the flight operated smoothly and taking care of all passengers was my primary duty.

This was also a good opportunity to see how, under Carter's brilliant leadership, this VIP with his platinum card threw his weight around.

And what exactly the frontline staff were enduring.

Right after takeoff, Jason immediately pressed the call button.

I walked over. He crossed his legs, not even lifting his eyelids: "Get me a glass of warm water, 45 degrees, not one degree more or less. I need to take my medicine now."

I immediately went to prepare it, but because I needed to mix cold water to adjust the temperature, it took an extra minute.

Just that one minute made him explode.

When I hurried over with the water, he slammed the table:

"What kind of service attitude does your airline have? Look at the time! It's been a full minute past when I should take my medicine! I'm taking birth control pills. Do you know what happens if I miss the time?"

"If I get pregnant, can you take responsibility?"

All eyes in first class instantly focused on him.

Although Jason wore heavy makeup and a dress, his prominent Adam's apple and angular facial features made it obvious to everyone that he was a man.

I struggled to maintain my expression: "Miss Jason, I'm very sorry, but adjusting the water temperature does take time."

He snatched the cup from my hand and ruthlessly splashed the water directly on my chest.

"With your stupid pig brain, I really don't know how you serviced your way into this position? I bet you've provided plenty of special services to the captain, haven't you?"

"Disgusting creature! Just wait for my complaint!"