Her husband exhaled.
“Morgan.”
“Oh, don’t start.”
“Were there witnesses?”
“Of course there were witnesses. It was a plane.”
“Did they record it?”
Morgan said nothing.
“Did they?”
“Yes. Someone had a phone.”
Her husband fell silent.
Morgan began pacing again.
“They’re treating me like a criminal because she has some government job.”
“What government job?”
“She’s an inspector. Apparently.”
“What kind of inspector?”
“I don’t know. Aviation. Safety. Something.”
Her husband’s tone changed.
“An aviation safety inspector?”
“That’s what the supervisor said.”
“Then why would you hit her?”
Morgan stopped walking.
“She was looking at me.”
Her husband sounded exhausted.
“That’s not a reason.”
“You weren’t there.”
“No, I wasn’t. But I’m hearing that you hit a federal inspector during boarding, in front of witnesses, and then threatened her.”
“I didn’t threaten her.”
“What did you say?”
Morgan looked away.
“I told her she’d regret it.”
Another silence.
“You need to stop talking to people about this until you have proper advice,” he said.
Morgan felt a surge of indignation.
“So now you’re taking her side?”
“I’m telling you to understand how serious this may be.”
“She’s nobody.”
The words left her mouth before she considered them.
Her husband’s reply was quiet.
“Then why are you so worried?”
Morgan ended the call.
For several seconds, she stood motionless.
Then she called her assistant again.
This time, the assistant answered.