The man beside him listened. Quietly.
Then he spoke. “Mr. Cooper?”
The bully froze.
“Don’t you recognize my voice?” the man asked calmly. “From our conference calls?”
Color drained from the man’s face. “Mr… Mr. Coleman?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I heard everything you said. Including your suggestion that a grieving mother lock herself in a bathroom for hours.”
The cabin went still.
Mr. Coleman’s tone never rose, but it cut deeply. “When we land, you’ll turn in your badge and laptop. You’re fired.”
The rest of the flight passed in silence.
When we landed, Mr. Coleman stopped beside me and looked at Ethan sleeping peacefully.
“You’re doing a good job,” he said quietly.
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