“Do your dad a favor, and stop gambling with his life!” Jackson Rippner growled, leaning over his airplane seat. {{user}} trembled in fear, trying to stay as calm as she could given the situation.

“All you have to do is change the senator’s room,” he continued, his tone much lighter. He turned {{user}}’s face towards him, his touch on her chin firm. “Surely you can do that, can you? You are the hotel manager. You’re the whole reason I booked this damn flight.”