Caldwell,” the younger man said.

Caldwell didn’t move out of the way.

He stood planted in the space between row one and row two, blocking the whole aisle.

“We’re delayed again, David,” Caldwell said.

His voice was a booming baritone that grabbed the attention of everyone in the surrounding rows.

David nervously shifted his dark leather briefcase from his right hand to his left.

“The gate crew said they’re still loading baggage into the hold.”

Caldwell pointed a thick finger at the empty seat in row one.