He didn’t look back to see the line forming.

“What are you two doing in first class?” Caldwell asked.

The smell of jet fuel and warm cinnamon roasted nuts drifted into the cabin from the open boarding door.

“These seats are assigned,” I said.

He stood in the middle of the aisle, completely blocking the flow of passengers.

His suit was a dark charcoal gray, clearly tailored for boardrooms rather than cramped airplanes.

“The economy section is down the aisle,” he said.