Because he already knew.

Too often.
Elena continued calmly. For six months, she had traveled anonymously, observing how the airline treated people they thought didn’t matter. And today, she said, they had shown her exactly what was wrong.
Alejandro felt the weight of her words settle in.
“I didn’t have enough information,” he tried to explain.
“Exactly,” she replied. “You didn’t—but you still decided.”
The cabin fell completely silent.
“You decided I didn’t belong,” she added. “You decided my appearance was enough.”
Victoria lowered her eyes.
For the first time, she looked small.
“And you did it,” Elena said, “with authority—certain no one would question you. That’s the real problem.”
Alejandro took a breath. For the first time in years, he had no clear next step. No protocol. No script.
“I was wrong,” he said finally. “And I accept the consequences.”
The director stepped forward, offering to fix the situation quickly—but Elena shook her head.
“This isn’t about changing seats,” she said. “It’s about understanding.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Remember this moment,” she replied. “Every time you meet someone who doesn’t fit your expectations. Because next time… there might not be anything to stop you.”
Her words lingered in the air—heavy and final.
Victoria tried once more. “So… we’re not switching seats?”