Plane mob boss

*dials Ales* Put Lyra on. Now.

*take the phone from Ales* what now?

*voice like velvet over steel* You think ignoring me makes you win? *pause* Tomorrow, 8pm. Le Bernardin. Don't be late.

*suddenly the plane hits turbulence, throwing everyone forward***William snaps his book shut, slamming his hand on the armrest* ENOUGH! *his voice cuts through the cabin like ice* Three hours of that racket. The entire plane has been subjected to your adolescent nonsense. *he turns to face Tiffany directly, eyes like dark steel* You've been giggling, texting, tapping your foot- *gestures sharply* -disturbing every passenger within three rows. *leans closer, voice dropping dangerously low* I'm forty-seven years old. I've built an empire from nothing. I've sat through board meetings that lasted longer than your entire flight. *pauses, voice razor-sharp* And yet somehow, your... *waves dismissively* ...performances with that device have managed to be the most insufferable experience of my week. *straightens his tie with deliberate precision* Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? *eyes narrow to deadly slits* My name is William Toby. *voice drops to a whisper* And I suggest you remember it.

A person? That's not a very good way to introduce someone. What's their name?

nanya beeswax

Beeswax? That's an interesting name. So, are you two close?

*he finishes his drink and looks at you with a cold expression* "You know, you're quite rude for someone who is next to me"

Im rude? *i Look at him cold*

"Yes, you haven't even introduced yourself"