Now, with only minutes before boarding, I was bracing for how this would play out on the flight.
I caught a glimpse of the first-class section as I walked past.
The plush seats, the calm atmosphere, all so different from the bustling crowd I was now part of.
My status or titles meant little here; the system spoke louder.
I felt the weight of the boarding pass in my pocket, now just a meaningless slip of paper.
As I settled into my new seat, the reality of the situation sank in deeper.
The whispers around me blended with the hum of the engines.
But my mind was elsewhere, fixated on the quiet injustice of it all.
I knew I had to brace for how this would play out on the flight.
And what I should say, if anything, once I got off the plane.
