Chapter 2

"Our flight time today is ten hours. We are scheduled to land at eight tonight."

The moment Chloe's PA announcement ended, two men sitting on the left side of the cabin unbuckled and stood up.

Another attendant immediately approached them with a practiced smile.

"Gentlemen, right this way to the lavatory."

About thirty minutes later, the man seated in front of me also got up.

This time, Chloe was the one who escorted him.

"Right this way, sir."

A strange feeling crept over me.

Usually, people only stand up on a flight to use the restroom.

Most planes only have two lavatories up front. Did this aircraft have three?

Another fifteen minutes ticked by.

Not a single passenger returned.

My confusion deepened.

Did everyone simultaneously get food poisoning?

Right then, Mia walked over and crouched beside my seat.

"Sir, please follow me to the lavatory."

"Huh? I don't really need to go right now."

I paused, curiosity getting the better of me. "Just how many restrooms are there on this plane?"

Mia's cheeks flushed red. "Six in total. Four in first class, two in the back."

That many?

I was taken aback. Maybe this customized international charter had a special layout.

Half an hour later, the two men on the left finally returned.

Their faces wore expressions of utter satisfaction.

I scoffed internally. Some wealthy creeps really had zero boundaries.

Just then, my bladder signaled me.

The second I stood up, Mia appeared instantly.

"Sir, right this way."

First-class service really goes all out, I thought with an amused shake of my head, following her down the aisle.

Just as I reached for the door handle, a muffled noise leaked out through the panel.

Panting. Desperate moans.

My hand froze in midair.

Who the hell does that on a plane?

Frowning in disgust, I stepped over to the nearby sink to wash my hands.

A second later, the lavatory door clicked open. The man who had been sitting in front of me walked out, casually pulling up his trousers.

"Incredible service," he smirked. "I'll be asking for you next time."

"My pleasure, sir."

At the sound of that voice, my head snapped around in total disbelief.

Chloe stepped out right behind him.

Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her makeup was smudged.

Her uniform blouse was crumpled.

Her black tights were completely gone. Yet she didn't seem flustered in the slightest.

Instead, she snapped harshly at Mia standing behind me.

"What are you standing around for? Are you going to keep our guest waiting?"

Mia flinched, grabbed my arm, and dragged me straight into the private lavatory.

"Sir, I... I'm still new at this. Could you take the lead?"

My mind was spinning out of control. I didn't register a single word she said.

"Sir, let me help you with your belt..."

Her hands reached for my waist.

I snapped out of my daze and shoved her away hard.

"Is this your service?"

Mia turned pale as paper, dropping straight to her knees.

"I'm sorry, sir! I..."

"I'm not blaming you," I cut her off, my voice trembling with rage. "Tell me right now—what kind of service is this?"

Mia glanced up cautiously.

"Sir, didn't you order the iced Americano?"

"What does that mean?"

"An iced Americano means full, unconditional personal service from a flight attendant for the entire duration of the flight."

A deafening buzz roared in my ears. The very last shred of hope in my chest shattered into pieces.

My chest heaved.

I turned to grab the door handle to leave.

Mia threw her arms around my legs, desperate.

"Sir, please! If you walk out like this, the purser will think I failed to satisfy you. She'll demote me! Please help me, just let me serve you once!"

I looked down at her, cold as ice.

"You realize this is illegal, right?"

Before Mia could answer, a sharp knock rattled the door.

Then came Chloe's sweet, professional voice from the outside.

"Sir, Mia is inexperienced. If you need assistance, I can come in and guide her. Would you mind opening the door?"