The plane took off, the window in front of him opened slightly, in the first class cabin, Ethan Vance was sitting quietly, adjusting his seat belt, feeling the soft leather of the seat. This was the first time he had experienced this luxury, something he had never dared to dream of before. Ethan’s life had always revolved around teaching, dedicating himself to his students, his school and his community. But today, he had decided to give himself a little time to rest, a moment of silence after months of hard work. He looked out the window, watching the bustling activities on the runway, not knowing that this peaceful moment would quickly be disturbed.

A woman’s shadow fell, she was a flight attendant, named Chandler. She stood next to Ethan, looking at his plane ticket, not hiding the doubt in her eyes. “Sir, this ticket is a first class ticket, are you sure you’re not mistaken?” she asked in a cold tone, not lacking in doubt.

Ethan calmly nodded and handed her the ticket. She glanced over, her eyebrows furrowed, and then slowly replied, “This ticket is a first-class ticket. Are you sure this isn’t a mistake in our system?” The surrounding passengers began to turn their heads to look at them, some avoiding their gazes while others were watching the conversation intently. Feeling the abnormality in the air, Ethan calmly replied, “There’s no mistake. I bought this ticket with my own money.”

Miss Chandler was uncomfortable, she looked displeased and asked Ethan to stand up so she could check his ticket again. She reached for her phone, dialed the code, and spoke urgently to someone. After a while, she turned back and tried to fake a smile, “It seems like there’s a problem with your ticket. We’ll move you back to economy while we sort this out.”

Ethan felt angry, but he kept his composure. “There’s no problem. “My ticket is valid,” he said, his voice showing no sign of wavering. Miss Chandler, however, still refused. She repeated her request firmly: “I don’t want to repeat myself. Please collect your luggage and move to economy class.”

The entire cabin seemed to fall silent as this conversation took place. The passengers in economy class began to pay attention, their eyes turning to Ethan as he was removed from first class. No one protested, no one asked any questions. There was only silence and silent stares. Ethan took his luggage from the overhead compartment, slung it over his shoulder, and walked silently to the back of the plane, where the cramped economy seats awaited him. He sat down on an empty seat, showing no sign of indignation, but he felt an indescribable sadness. It wasn’t the change of seat that bothered him, it was the feeling of being overlooked, of being treated as an outsider even though he had paid for his ticket.

He texted a friend: “Get kicked out of first class, the flight attendant refused to check my ticket.” As soon as the message was sent, his phone immediately vibrated. “What happened, did they really transfer you?” The friend asked. Ethan replied quickly and provided the flight information. He had no idea what was going on but knew that this would not stop there.

Meanwhile, Miss Chandler continued working as if nothing had happened. She made a cup of coffee and sat down, not feeling the least bit remorseful for her actions. Another flight attendant, Sienna, looked towards first class, her eyes filled with suspicion. She asked: “Is there a problem with that person’s ticket, ma’am?” Miss Chandler just sighed and replied in a decisive tone: “He doesn’t look like a first class passenger. It could be a system error or someone gave him that ticket. Either way, I can’t let him sit there.”

Sienna felt uncomfortable, but she didn’t dare to object. Miss Chandler was a veteran in the airline industry, and with her stubborn personality, she always thought she was right. Meanwhile, Ethan, sitting silently in economy class, continued to receive messages from his friend. “What? They actually transferred you?” another message popped up. Ethan felt the frustration in his heart continue to grow, but he just kept quiet and continued to text back the flight information.

At the same time, in the cockpit, Captain Rowan Hughes received an urgent message. When he looked at the name on the ticket, his expression immediately became serious. “Ethan Vance,” he muttered, “I know that name.” In the airline industry, this name was not unfamiliar. He looked at his colleague, the co-pilot, and asked to check the passenger list immediately. When they confirmed Ethan Vance’s name, Captain Hughes quickly grasped the situation. This was no ordinary passenger. “We need to get this straight,” he said.

He called the flight attendants and asked to see Miss Chandler immediately. “Miss Chandler, I need to confirm something. Did you remove Ethan Vance from first class?” The flight attendant