The businessman occupying her assigned seat looked to be in his late fifties. His expensive navy suit, polished shoes, and confident manner suggested he was accustomed to receiving special treatment.
His name was Richard Bennett.
He was the head of Bennett Strategic Holdings, a powerful investment company.
But Zara didn’t recognize him.
And frankly, she didn’t care who he was.
“Sir, could you please check your boarding pass?” she asked politely. BookFlights
Richard lowered his newspaper.
“Are you seriously questioning me?”
“I’m asking because my ticket says 2A.”
He gave
