The pilot lounge buzzed with low conversation the next morning. Coffee machines hummed steadily, dispensing dark brew into ceramic cups. Chairs scraped softly against the tile floor as staff shifted positions, and uniformed pilots and crew drifted in and out between flights, their voices carrying snippets of talk about weather patterns and flight schedules.
Jenny sat at a corner table tucked away from the main traffic flow, stirring her coffee slowly-far longer than necessary, her spoon clinking against the porcelain cup in a rhythmic, nervous pattern. Her eyes were fixed on the dark liquid swirling in her cup, but her thoughts were elsewhere, racing through every possible way this could unfold.
Unsteady. Fragile. Like ice on thin water.
Across the room, Jane stood at the coffee machine, calm as ever, preparing her drink with deliberate movements. She measured out her creamer precisely, added just a touch of honey, and stirred once-slowly-before lifting the cup to her lips. Her posture was straight, her expression relaxed, as if she had no idea what was about to unfold.
The door swung open with a sharp bang against the wall.
Reuben stepped in-his jaw set, his expression serious-followed by two members of the airline's investigation crew. Both wore crisp blazers with Aurelia's logo embroidered on the lapel, and carried leather folders thick with documents.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. Conversations died down to whispers, then fell completely silent as everyone turned to watch the newcomers.
One of the crew members-a woman with short dark hair and sharp eyes-stepped forward, scanning the room with a practiced gaze. "Who here is Jane Harley?"
Jenny's grip tightened around her cup, her knuckles turning white. The spoon clattered against the rim as her hand trembled slightly.
Her heart dropped.
They know.
Before she could react-before she could even stand up-
Jane turned around from the coffee machine, her cup held casually in her hand.
"I am," she said evenly, her voice carrying clearly across the quiet room. "What's the issue?"
Jenny's head snapped up in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She stared at Jane, her mouth slightly open as she processed what she'd just heard.
The investigator raised her phone, tapping the screen to display a photo-Rosa seated in the captain's chair, a glass of red liquid raised in her hand, smiling proudly at the camera. The control panels were clearly visible in the background.
"The aircraft in this image is your regularly assigned plane-GC2711," she said, her eyes fixed on Jane. "We need your cooperation in an ongoing investigation into unauthorized access and potential safety violations."
Jane's eyes darkened slightly-but she remained composed, taking a slow sip of her coffee before setting the cup down on the counter.
"Yesterday," she replied, her voice steady and clear, "I submitted a formal request for a full maintenance check on that aircraft. I noted concerns about possible contamination in the flight deck."
A ripple passed through the room. Pilots exchanged worried glances, and a few leaned forward, their interest piqued.
Jenny shifted in her seat, her confidence slipping as she watched Jane take control of the conversation.
No... no, this isn't how it should go.
Her breathing quickened, her chest tightening with panic.
Then suddenly-
She stood up.
Her chair scraped loudly against the floor, the sound echoing sharply in the quiet room.
"Jane!" she called out sharply, her voice cutting through the silence.
All eyes turned to her now-investigators, pilots, even Reuben, who'd been standing quietly in the background.
"You're lying," Jenny said, her voice firm despite the tremor underneath. She stepped away from the table, forcing her shoulders back as she faced Jane. "You were the one who led them in. You invited your family to tour the aircraft and took them straight into the cockpit."
A pause. The room held its breath.
Jane smiled.
Not warm. Not friendly. Amused-like she was watching a poorly performed play.
"You think deflecting blame will work?" she asked lightly, tilting her head slightly as she looked at Jenny. "After everything that happened yesterday?"
"It's the truth," Jenny insisted, stepping forward now, forcing confidence into her posture and her voice. "I can prove the woman in the photo is her aunt-"
She turned to the investigators, gesturing toward Jane with a steady hand.
"And she is the captain assigned to that aircraft. She has full authority over who enters the flight deck."
"Captain Harley," one of the investigators said, stepping closer to Jane, "we'll need you to come with us to the investigation office. We have a lot to discuss."
Jane exhaled slowly, her gaze sweeping across the room-lingering for a moment on Jenny's tense face, then on Reuben's satisfied expression-before nodding calmly.
"Of course," she said. Then she spoke again, her voice carrying to every corner of the lounge.
"Yesterday, the woman in that photo who is Jenny's mother-"she said calmly, her eyes meeting the investigator's directly. "I discovered them inside the cockpit, I deleted all images on the device they were using. That one must have been missed-"
Jenny's expression faltered.
Just for a second. Her eyes darted away from Jane's gaze, then quickly back, her jaw tightening.
Jane continued, her tone steady and unwavering.
"I will accept any penalties related to delayed reporting or procedural delay-I should have notified security immediately rather than trying to handle it privately. But I will not take responsibility for actions I did not authorize, nor for violations I did not commit."
Silence. Heavy and charged, hanging in the air like storm clouds.
Then-
"Jane..."
Jenny's voice changed. Softened. Almost pleading. She took a small step forward, her eyes welling with what looked like tears.
"My mother has always treated you well," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "She made you meals when you were studying for your exams,"
She paused, wiping a fake tear from her cheek.
"And I warned you not to take them inside," she continued, her voice growing stronger. "I told you it was against regulations. But you insisted-you said you were the captain and would take full responsibility if anything went wrong."
Murmurs spread across the lounge. Pilots leaned toward each other, whispering as they looked from Jenny to Jane and back again.
Reuben's lips curved slightly into a satisfied smile. He'd been waiting for this moment-waiting to see Jane brought low.
Jenny pressed on, her performance growing more convincing by the second.
"That's why my mother followed you," she said, her voice earnest and sincere. "She trusted you. Otherwise... as a co-pilot, I would never dare bring anyone into the cockpit without captain approval. I know better than that."
She lowered her gaze slightly-playing the part of the loyal subordinate who'd been caught in her superior's mistake.
Innocent. Controlled. Just following orders.
Reuben stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Jenny's shoulder.
"Jane," he said, his tone filled with disappointment, his voice carrying clearly across the room. "I expected better from you. You've always been such a dedicated pilot-one of our best."
Jane didn't react. She stood perfectly still, her expression calm and unreadable.
"I thought you'd at least take accountability," he continued, shaking his head slowly. "Instead, you're trying to shift the blame to Jenny-someone who's worked so hard to build her career here."
A beat. He paused for effect, letting his words sink in.
"Earlier yesterday," Reuben added, pulling out his own phone and scrolling through messages, "you requested authorization from me for an external tour of the aircraft. I approved it in good faith, thinking you wanted to show family members the tarmac and boarding areas."
A subtle shift. The blame-redirected, solidified, impossible to ignore.
"I never imagined you would escalate it into cockpit access," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "Or that you would put the safety of our aircraft and passengers at risk like this."
The room grew quiet. So quiet you could hear the hum of the overhead lights.
Everyone watching. Waiting.
Jane said nothing at first. She simply walked over to the nearest chair-Jenny's chair, as it happened-and sat down.
Relaxed. Composed. She crossed one leg over the other, resting her hands casually in her lap.
Then she leaned back slightly, her gaze lifting to meet Reuben's.
Sharp. Unmoved. Like she was looking at something irrelevant.
"Are you certain," she said slowly, her voice low but carrying perfectly across the quiet room,
"that I initiated the entry?"
She paused, letting the question hang in the air.
