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The mood shifted. His words weren’t subtle anymore.
He asked to be put on speaker.
“This is Marcus Barrett. I want my daughter safe—and I want the name of the man refusing to leave her seat.”
“I don’t care who her father is,” he muttered—but his pale face said otherwise.
Kimberly held out her hand. “Boarding pass. Now.”
She checked it. “Sir, this is seat 14C.”
The cabin erupted in disbelief. He wasn’t just in the wrong seat—he wasn’t even in first class.
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