“That was private,” Ryan said quickly. “We were having an argument. I was winding her up.”
“Were you involved with passengers while you were working aboard?”
Ryan’s shoulders dropped.
“I’m sorry, sir. I made mistakes. It won’t happen again. Please give me another chance.”
I sat holding my phone. He’d found the apology he couldn’t give me at the terminal.
“That was private,”
Mr. Holloway pushed back his chair.
“You know the rules. How could you do this?”
“Please. My girls…”
“You won’t start the shore position Monday. Send me that recording, Claire. I’ll take this up with HR first thing.”
He left his wine untouched and stood.
“You know the rules.”
Ryan followed him to the hall, still talking.
I heard the front door close.
Ryan came back.
“You’ve cost me the job. How are we going to support those girls now?”
