Chapter 1

My flight attendant bestie just quit her job.

She had been working at AeroStar Airlines for three years, finally climbing her way up to lead flight attendant. But two months later, she suddenly resigned.

"I can't do this anymore," Chloe sobbed.

She handed me her phone. The screen was filled with disgusting, harassing messages from some creep who was an Elite-tier VIP member on her usual route.

He demanded daily selfies from her. If her collar was even slightly loose in a photo, he would send dozens of filthy, sexually explicit comments on Snapchat.

"You're such a tease. No other man could satisfy you but me, right?"

"Slim down that waist a bit, and maybe I'll reward you with a baby."

"Why aren't you replying? I know your flight schedule. If you don't text back right now, I'm buying a ticket to come find you."

Because of him, Chloe suffered from severe insomnia and anxiety, forced to rely on heavy medication just to get through the day.

I immediately transferred $50,000 to her account so she could go on a luxury vacation. Then, I created a burner Snapchat account and added the creep.

To my surprise, this self-proclaimed "Elite VIP" who acted so high and mighty was actually just a low-level sales rep at Apex Solutions—a company desperately trying to sign a contract with my family's firm.

"Hunter is finally live! Which airline's flight attendant are we rating today?"

I camped in his livestream on TikTok, sending a message the second "FalconEye" went live.

FalconEye, whose real name was Hunter Sterling, was an aviation review influencer.

In the beginning, he just showed off his Elite VIP perks. But once he realized that harassing and nitpicking flight attendants brought in massive traffic, his content lost all decency.

The livestream camera shook against the airplane seatback before focusing on a flight attendant guiding passengers down the aisle.

"Look at the service attitude of AeroStar Airlines," Hunter sneered, pointing the camera at the clearly exhausted flight attendant. "We’ve been boarding for almost twenty minutes, and she hasn't even come over to greet an Elite VIP member like me."

I checked my watch. Boarding had started exactly three minutes ago.

Other passengers hadn't even finished putting away their carry-ons.

Yet, there he was, legs crossed arrogantly, waiting to be served like royalty.

I shook my head and texted my childhood friend, Julian, who had booked a first-class seat on the same flight, asking him to locate Hunter.

Julian replied instantly:

"He’s in Coach, seat 14A."

"He's arguing with the gate agent right now, demanding a free upgrade. But he used up his complimentary upgrades, and he's too cheap to pay the difference."

Julian snapped a quick photo. Sure enough, I saw Hunter’s frustrated, ugly face.

"Alright, guys, the connection was bad just now, but we’re back," Hunter said to his stream, completely hiding his embarrassing upgrade rejection. He snapped his fingers loudly at a flight attendant lifting a heavy bag nearby.

"Hey, waitress! Over here. I have a problem."

The girl he called over was Angelia Davis, a beautiful young flight attendant who had just explained the upgrade policy to him.

Ignoring his rude address, Angelia smiled warmly, her cute dimples showing. "Hello, Mr. Sterling. How can I help you today?"

Hunter tilted his chin toward the carpet. "I spotted two water stains right there. You girls walk back and forth all day and didn't see that? Are you waiting for an Elite VIP to clean up after you?"

Angelia looked back in panic.

Seeing what was clearly just a shadow on the floor, her smile stiffened.

But she quickly adjusted, kneeling beside Hunter's seat to apologize. "I'm so sorry for the bad experience, sir. I’ll have someone clean it up right away."

Her submissive attitude pleased Hunter.

As she went over the flight details and meal options, Hunter intentionally raised his phone high.

Under his suggestive camera angles, the creeps in the chat immediately started sexualizing Angelia's chest.

"Flight attendants, teachers, and nurses—the holy trinity of fantasies. Look at her size, she must be wild."

"Man, Hunter has game even in Coach."

"Well, he’s an Elite VIP. For these sky girls, hooking up with a guy like him means they’re set for life."

Angelia knelt there, waiting patiently for his order, completely unaware of the vile, disgusting comments rolling down his screen.

I found my first-class seat, and my phone buzzed with a Snapchat message from Chloe.

"Did you go after Hunter?"

She used to handle Coach service, just like Angelia.

When Hunter first did a review of AeroStar, Chloe was an enthusiastic flight attendant about to be promoted to purser.

She had done her absolute best to serve him.

Yet, Hunter pointed at a tiny, accidental snag in her tights and publicly humiliated her, claiming she violated professional grooming standards.

He even blamed her for being "too distracting," claiming she messed with his head.