Martinez finally looked at Kesha—perfectly still, designer handbag in her lap, a Birkin that cost more than some cars. He assumed it was counterfeit.

“Ma’am, we need you to gather your things.”

8 minutes until takeoff.

Kesha’s fingers moved across her phone, sending three quick messages—to her assistant, her legal team, and a contact labeled Board Chair (personal).

The businessman began recording openly now. “This is what entitlement looks like,” he narrated, streaming it with a hashtag that accused her of seat‑hopping. Within minutes, dozens had shared it.