Chapter 4

By now it was clear to everyone that I wouldn't let this slide.

Seeing my resolute attitude, the two men didn't dare say anything more.

I glared fiercely at Tiffany and ordered:

"For the next two months, you'll retrain with the new batch of interns. Just you, alone. You're not allowed to participate in any flight direction until you pass the training!"

"Do plenty of simulation exercises and learn how to handle emergencies properly!"

"And I want to see your written self-reflection at Monday's meeting. You'll read it out loud to everyone."

With that, I turned to leave, not wanting to look at Tiffany for another second.

"Wait!" James clearly wanted to advocate for Tiffany one last time:

"Tiffany was involved in the rescue too. You can't hog all the credit - add her name to today's incident report."

Looking at his shameless expression, I responded sarcastically:

"Sure, go ahead. And next time she screws up, you can take responsibility for her."

"Olivia! You- if it weren't for Tiffany you wouldn't even have this achievement-"

I laughed mockingly, cutting him off.

"Oh right, I should thank her for creating a mess for me to clean up!"

"She doesn't even have the basic psychological qualities needed for air traffic control, let alone actual directing skills!"

"And you, repeatedly acting like this is all perfectly reasonable. How pathetic can you get?"

James was at a loss for words, only able to glare at me with a red face.

Tiffany's tears seemed to have opened floodgates. She looked at me defiantly:

"Olivia, I know you've always had issues with me, but aren't you going too far today?"

I drawled in an exaggerated tone:

"Oh, so you know I have issues with you? Then why don't you stay out of my way instead of constantly causing trouble!"

"If you want credit for this rescue, you'd better earn it first. Though I suppose abandoning your post in a crisis is quite a talent too."

"Don't worry, if you want to keep slacking off and coasting by, I'm sure someone will be happy to take the fall for you when things go wrong."

As I finished, I glanced meaningfully between James and Henry.

Their faces twisted as if they'd swallowed flies. I gave a cold laugh and strode away.

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Back in my office, I had just poured myself some water when Henry opened the door, ushering in Manager Smith with a sycophantic smile.

Seeing James and Tiffany following behind, I immediately understood what this was about.

An inquisition.

I let out a derisive laugh. "Manager Smith, shouldn't you be in training right now? What brings you to a lowly grunt's office?"

Manager Smith was in his fifties and had spent most of his life working at the airport, constantly squeezing money out of us underlings.

All in all, he was a slippery old fox who loved being flattered. I couldn't be bothered to play nice with someone like him.

Seeing my attitude, Manager Smith immediately let out a disdainful snort.

"If they hadn't told me you were bullying your coworkers, I wouldn't have known your authority had grown beyond mine!"

"Making decisions above your pay grade, ordering Tiffany to retrain without reporting to me."

"You clearly have no respect for me!"