Finally, the flight attendant came back and slid into the jump seat directly across from Clara. Her name tag read Rosalind. The intense, professional mask she had worn earlier had completely melted away, replaced by pure relief.
“Everything is going to be fine,” Rosalind reassured her in a low, steady whisper. “The captain made contact with ground authorities. There will be airline corporate security and local agents waiting for us when we touch down.” “Please,” Clara begged, her voice tight with curiosity. “You have to tell me what is happening. Why did you lock me back here?”
Rosalind leaned in closer. “The man sitting up in row 7. While you were completely asleep earlier in the flight, I caught him sneaking photos of you and trying to log your personal items. He was acting incredibly suspicious, and airline policy treats unauthorized passenger surveillance very seriously. I couldn’t leave you up there being recorded. I’m going to escort you off myself the moment we land.”