“Mom,” Jenny said quickly, tugging frantically at Rosa’s sleeve, her voice lowered but urgent enough to carry across the quiet lounge. “We’re family. I still have to work with Jane… let’s at least save her some face. It’ll be easier for everyone if we just leave now.”
Jane heard every word.
She didn’t respond. She simply looked away—her gaze drifting to the framed flight maps on the wall—then let out a soft, amused scoff that made Jenny’s cheeks burn with shame.
Rosa’s face hardened immediately. “Save face?” she repeated, her voice rising with incredulity. “You’re thinking about her dignity, but look at how she’s treating you—a captain?”
She emphasized the last word proudly, as if it were a title Jenny had earned through years of hard work rather than borrowed prestige.
“You only got
