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back, however,

we have a well-dressed 'Mikey.' He hates everything. I expect him to be
trouble."

"You need me to come back and talk to him?"

She shook her head, trying not to smile at the image of the baby-faced
five-foot-nine first officer reading the riot act to the very senior,
very demanding, very self-important stuffed shirt in 6C.

"No, it's not that bad, yet. I can handle him with whips and chairs. I
just need to brief the captain."

"Who's the celebrity?" the copilot asked.

"It's a surprise.

I'll brief both of you later."

"What's a surprise?"

A deep male voice filled her left ear as Annette turned to find Ken
Wolfe standing in the cockpit door.

"Ken! Good to see you. I was just . . ." she gestured toward the copilot
as she realized she was blocking his way. "Here . . . let me move into
the galley."

"You were talking about a surprise?"

She nodded. "I'll let you get settled, then I'll tell you."

He smiled and nodded as he moved into the cockpit. He placed his flight
bag to the left of the captain's chair and turned to greet the copilot
with a handshake before sitting down.

Ken Wolfe let his eyes move with practiced familiarity around the
cockpit as he completed the mental transition to airline captain, his
mind focused exclusively on the task of orchestrating an airline flight.
It was a comforting ritual, the copilot briefing, the flight attendant
briefing, the cockpit setups, and the paperwork duties. Even the
presence of a malcontent businessman in coach as reported by Annette had
an element of comfort about it--a business-as-usual veneer.

"You need me to come back and talk to the man?" Ken asked. "David, here,
made the same offer," she replied, arching her thumb at the copilot.

"No, but something tells me our long-suffering passenger will feel even
more deprived if he doesn't succeed in having a really bad day.