“That’s right. Vivien Carter, CEO of Skyidge Airlines. I own this company. And those three little girls you dragged down this aisle, the one you verbally abused, physically assaulted, the one you spat on—” Vivien gestured to her daughters. “Those are my daughters, Naomi, Simone, and Jasmine Carter. The children you called nothing.”
Rebecca collapsed completely, hands clasped. “Please. Please. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know they were—”
“Stop right there,” Vivien snapped. “Did you just apologize because they’re my daughters? Not because what you did was wrong, but because you got caught doing it to the wrong children?” She waited for an answer that didn’t come. “You’re not sorry for what you did. You’re sorry about who their mother is. You’re sorry you got caught.“
Vivien turned to the captain. “Captain Morrison, are you listening? Rebecca Thorne, Employee #4782, is relieved of duty, effective immediately. She is to be confined to the rear galley under supervision until we land, at which point she will be escorted off this aircraft by law enforcement.“