Eventually, Julian’s immense frustration boiled over. He stepped out into the first-class aisle with the forced, careful dignity of a man pretending he had simply stood up to stretch his legs. He managed to flag down Sarah as she passed by the cabin with a tray of drinks, offering her a strained, polite smile. “Excuse me, miss. There seems to be a minor software issue in Suite 1A. The controls aren’t responding, and the seats keep resetting themselves upright. Could you reboot it from your master panel?”
Sarah immediately adopted an expression of profound, professional bewilderment. She tilted her head, her eyes wide with innocent concern. “Oh, goodness me! Really? That is incredibly bizarre, sir. The central galley panel shows that all systems in the first-class cabin are operating perfectly normally. Are you sure you’re pressing the buttons correctly? The prototype suites can be quite sensitive to touch.”
Julian’s smile tightened significantly. “Yes, I am completely certain. The screen is literally trapped in an endless loop of the safety video, and the seats are locked at a rigid ninety-degree angle.” Sarah clasped her hands together, looking deeply regretful. “Oh, how dreadful! Let me go check the software again, but unfortunately, if the main panel says it’s fine, there isn’t much I can manually reset up here.” She gave him a reassuring nod and walked away, leaving him standing in the aisle.