She adjusted her blue silk uniform scarf and looked straight at the tall man blocking our seats.

“Is there a seating issue I can help with, sir?”

The man pointed a thick finger at my daughter.

“These people are in the wrong cabin,” he said.

“Economy boarding hasn’t started yet.

Have them moved to the back so I can stow my briefcase properly.”

Emily Foster, according to the silver name tag pinned over her left pocket, kept her hands clasped loosely in front of her waist.

“I’d be happy to check their boarding passes,” Emily said.