Jack
An hour into the flight, the silence inside the cabin was clawing at my nerves. Every question I asked about the business files was met with a blunt, one-word answer.
"What is your problem right now?" I finally snapped, tossing my pen onto the table.
She didn't look up from her laptop. "I don't know what you mean."
"Allena, you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Finally, she closed her laptop with a sharp snap and looked right at me. "No, I don't. I don't know how your usual staff tolerates you, but if you're going to treat me like a possession, h****k my commute, and completely ignore my side of things, then I can't help you."
Before I could answer, the curtain slid open. Rayal, the flight attendant, reappeared pushing a beverage cart. "Can I get you something to drink, Mr.
