They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 01

They Dragged Me Off The Plane And Dozens Died Waiting Chapter 01

Given the nature of my job, vacations were rare. I 

had barely made it home to see my parents when 

an urgent message came in. 

“Ticket’s booked. Come now.” 

It was abrupt, but my professional instincts kicked 

in, and I headed straight for the airport. 

On the way, I used the encrypted satellite phone to 

get the gist of the situation and understood how 

serious it was. 

It wasn’t a holiday, yet the plane was completely full. Luckily, the next flight still had one first class 

seat left. 

I ran to the gate, cutting it as close as I could to the final boarding time. 

Then I got stopped. 

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’ve overbooked the flight, 

so you’ll have to take the next one.” 

“We can offer you seventy–five dollars in 

compensation.” 

The gate agent was polite and gentle as he 

changed my flight information. 

I refused, but they acted as if they couldn’t hear 

1. me. 

I called the person who’d booked my ticket. He said he’d used a special channel. 

No one had the right to keep me off that plane. 

The flight was scheduled to take off in forty. minutes, but my flight info had already been. 

changed. 

But dozens of lives were waiting for me at the 

destination. 

The gate agent handed me a new boarding pass with both hands. 

I looked at the boarding time, sixteen hours from now. By the time I got there, it would be far too 

late. 

I tried again. “Sir, could you please check again? How can first class be overbooked?” 

“I’m flying first class, not economy.” I emphasized 

1. it. 

He gave a tight, impatient smile, his voice still professionally polite. 

But his words dripped with sarcasm. “Yes, ma’am, we know. You scraped together everything you 

had for that first–class ticket.” 

“This is your first time flying first class, isn’t it? You 

probably couldn’t bear to leave the first–class 

lounge. That’s why you showed up so late.” 

“If you ask me, you only have yourself to blame for 

not watching the time.” 

That didn’t add up. First he said it was 

overbooking, and now he was implying I was late. 

But the boarding pass clearly said the gate closed forty minutes before departure. I had arrived forty–five minutes before takeoff. 

“The gate was still open when I got here. Economy 

passengers were still coming through. People 

were boarding behind me.” 

“How am I the one who’s late?” 

“Did you actually see me lounging around the first–class lounge?” 

I swallowed my anger and urgency, trying to 

reason with them. 

“I don’t agree to the rebooking. You have to let me 

board.” 

“You don’t have the right to rebook a first–class passenger who’s ready to board right now.” 

“Alright, alright, enough with the first–class thing.” The gate agent sounded annoyed. 

“Like you’re afraid someone might not know you’re flying first class. You’ll probably only get to do this once in your life, and you want to shout it from the rooftops.” 

“It’s embarrassing.” He muttered it under his breath, but I still heard him. 

I pointed at him, furious. “What is wrong with you? That is completely unprofessional!” 

Our argument drew the attention of other waiting 

passengers. 

“What’s going on? Is a flight delayed?” someone 

asked. 

The gate agent immediately put on a hurt 

expression. 

“This passenger showed up late. We’ve already closed the boarding door.” 

“She’s insisting we let her on and make the whole 

plane wait for her.” 

“She keeps saying she’s in first class, that we have 

to wait for her, and she’s threatening to file a 

complaint.” 

“We tried to talk her into it, gave her a free rebooking and seventy–five dollars in 

compensation, but she won’t take it.” 

“That money was coming out of our own pockets.” 

The people who had gathered listened, then. turned to look at me with judgment in their eyes. 

“Those customer service people work hard. It’s not. easy for them.” 

“Right. Ground crew don’t make much. You’re flying first class, so what’s seventy–five dollars to 

you?” 

“Who let this princess out? Does she really think. 

the whole world revolves around her?” 

I took a deep breath. “I arrived at the gate on time.. 

I wasn’t late.” 

“First they said first class was overbooked and 

forced me to rebook without my consent.” 

“Then they lied and said I was pretending to be 

rich, that I didn’t want to leave the first–class 

lounge because I’d never been in one before, and that’s why I was late.” 

“I’m just standing up for my rights. When did I say 

the world revolves around me?” 

The onlookers exchanged glances. 

Finally, someone spoke up. “Still, you shouldn’t take it out on him like that.” 

“It’s not like he decides whether you board or not. Who knows what really happened with you?” 

“Exactly. Why would an airline employee just randomly keep you from boarding?” 

“And what’s the big deal about taking the next flight? They’re offering you compensation. Making a scene like this is just ridiculous.” 

A few men spoke with righteous indignation, muttering under their breath, “Who knows where she got the money for that first–class ticket.” 

I was about to lose my temper when someone said, “The manager is coming.” 

A man in a navy suit walked over with several people behind him. 

He said sternly, “What’s going on here? This gate 

is already closed for boarding.” 

“Why are so many people still gathered?”