Chapter 2

Seeing a supervisor arrive, my heart settled down a bit.

"Hello, supervisor. I'm a passenger on this flight. I arrived at the gate before it closed for check-in."

"But for some reason, the staff here found various excuses not to let me board and forcibly changed my flight."

"I only have one requirement. I'm in a hurry and must take this flight. Please investigate and let me board as soon as possible."

I calmly described the problem I encountered and stated my request.

I couldn't help thinking that if this operation hadn't been sudden and top secret, I would suspect this staff member was sent by the enemy.

Hearing my words, the supervisor adjusted his glasses.

I had a strange feeling about the way he looked at me.

"Ma'am, give me your passport. I'll look into this."

Upon hearing this, I handed him my passport and anxiously checked the time on my phone.

After about three or four minutes, the supervisor spoke.

"Ma'am, my system shows you obtained your boarding pass five minutes before the gate closed."

"For you to get through security and arrive here, it would take at least eight minutes, not to mention this is peak holiday season."

"It really wouldn't be possible to arrive within the designated time. I'm very sorry, ma'am, but our airport staff made no error."

I shook my head in disbelief. "How is that possible?"

My voice was somewhat shrill from agitation.

The supervisor maintained his gentle smile. "I'm very sorry, ma'am, but those are the facts. You can only take the next flight."

"Even the supervisor says she was late, and she still wants to argue."

"She'll probably go crazy soon. Does whoever makes the most noise win? That's how women are."

"Don't say that. Not all of us women are like her. She's really an embarrassment."

I refused to give up and confirmed the time with him repeatedly, but the answer was always, "I'm very sorry, ma'am."

The feeling of punching cotton made my stomach burn with anger.

I didn't want to use my authority to pressure them, but the situation was now urgent.

I picked up my phone and had just dialed when someone roughly bumped my arm.

The phone slipped from my hand and was kicked toward the gate by someone.

An airport staff member carrying a chair seemed to want to step over the phone but didn't stand steady.

The chair crashed down hard on the phone. The screen went black and shattered.

The female airport staff member who had bumped me and the one carrying the chair rushed to stand in front of me.

Their faces were full of panic. "Ma'am, we're truly sorry. Please don't file a complaint against us."

"We're willing to compensate you for your phone. Please don't tell anyone else."

Their words caused a stir among the surrounding people. "What do they mean?"

"Tell anyone else? Could this woman be someone's mistress?"

"No wonder she's so arrogant."

"But this mistress isn't doing very well. That broken phone is obviously a garbage brand."

"She probably doesn't know any better. Her sugar daddy buys her a fake and she doesn't even realize it."

"I don't think so." Suddenly someone spoke as if defending me. "She doesn't seem like that type."

"She's not wearing a single valuable thing. She couldn't possibly be kept by someone."

"I bet she starved herself for several months to buy a first-class ticket, hoping to find a sugar daddy."

"Otherwise, why would she be so anxious and keep emphasizing she's in first class?"

As this person spoke, everyone laughed.

A gleam of triumph flashed in the supervisor's eyes. He was definitely suspicious.

I shouted angrily, "Call the police!"

"Since we have a dispute, call the police and have them check the surveillance footage."

"And I'm saying this right now! If I don't get on that plane today, it's not taking off!"