It was not entirely false.
She had raised her voice.
She had sounded impatient.
And she knew that, in a customer-facing job, the tone of a conversation mattered.
But the video made it appear that she had suddenly attacked an innocent passenger.
Danielle placed her phone on the table.
“They’re saying I should be fired,” she whispered.
Renee was silent for a moment.
“Did you do what they’re accusing you of?”
“No.”
“Then tell the truth and let the investigation happen.”
Danielle laughed weakly.
“That’s easy to say when thousands of strangers aren’t examining your face, your clothes, your voice, and every expression you make.”
She opened the comments again.
One person had written that she looked arrogant.
Another called her unstable.
A third claimed that people like her should never work around the public.
Danielle locked her phone.
For twelve years, she had worn her uniform with pride. She had helped nervous passengers through their first flights, comforted parents whose children were afraid of turbulence, and assisted elderly travelers who struggled to lift their bags.
