After listening to Coco's lengthy account, Charlotte Thompson fell silent for a few seconds, with a glimmer of uncertainty flashing through her eyes.
On the other hand, a woman with a work badge around her neck plopped down in a chair, casually picking up a glass of juice on the table for a sip.
With her legs crossed and her face plastered with thick makeup, it seemed like the powder would fall off in chunks every time she moved her mouth.
She smacked her lips, glanced down at the few ice cubes left at the bottom of her juice glass, a smirk in her eyes.
Setting the glass aside, she slowly straightened out her uniform, and then leaned back against the chair.
Folding her arms across her chest, she looked at the woman across from her in the same uniform and scoffed, "It's really eye-opening how this Charlotte goes out of her way to please the crew and guests."