"Keep me company? Or come here to flaunt in my face? Spitting sunflower seed shells all over the floor—aren't you disgusted?"
His brows knitted.
"When did you get so nitpicky? That's just how Scarlett is. Her being casual here means she doesn't see us as outsiders."
I gave a bitter smile and pulled a divorce agreement from my bag.
"Fine. Then I'll be the outsider. Perfect timing—let's divorce."
Colin's expression shifted.
"What the hell are you saying? Just because I avoided a conflict of interest and didn't let you board? I don't agree!"
He pulled a bright red certificate from the nightstand and slapped it onto the table.
It read:
[Captain Colin Matthews, facing unexpected flight oversales, handled the situation properly, prioritized the overall interests, effectively avoided passenger complaints, and protected company reputation. Hereby commended.]
"See this?"
He pointed at the certificate, voice smug.
"This is what avoiding conflicts of interest gets you. I earned my promotion on my own merit, and I got an award!"
"Leadership praised my professional ethics. Because I didn't play favorites and sneak family onto the flight—I put the passengers first."