“Worst day ever! Are you seriously going to make me sit here?!” Louis Newman muttered, throwing a sharp glance at the stewardess. He had just watched a mother of three, Debbie Brown, guide her children into the row beside him with the flight attendant’s help. “Miss, you need to do something about this,” he pressed.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the stewardess replied gently, holding out the boarding passes. “Mrs. Brown and her children were assigned these seats. There’s nothing we can do to change it. I kindly ask for your cooperation.”

Louis scoffed. “You don’t understand. I have an international investor meeting to attend. I cannot afford to lose this deal because her kids won’t stop talking. This is business class, not a daycare.”