Stole My Seat, Lost His Life

A fresh stack of bills slammed into my chest. "This seat's mine now. Take the cash. Scram to economy." I didn't move. It was my seat. My ticket. She laughed at me in front of the whole cabin: "I'm Michael Hayes' chief assistant. In this city, we take whatever we want." What cut deeper? My fiancé Michael Hayes showed up. Didn't defend me. Instead, he forced me to apologize. Pay compensation. Even threatened to blacklist me permanently from the airline. Everyone stared. Everyone pointed fingers. No one knew who I really was. I said nothing. Just pulled out my phone.