He wore a red lanyard with the words Gate Supervisor printed in bold white letters.

Emily Foster walked exactly two steps behind him.

Emily adjusted her blue silk uniform scarf.

She held her digital cabin manifest tight against her chest, the screen turned away from the passengers.

“Mr.

Caldwell, this is Supervisor Hayes from the main terminal,” Emily said.

“He’s here to look into the seating dispute before we can close the forward door.”

Harrison Caldwell didn’t wait for the supervisor to introduce himself.