"Sir?!" A soft, polite, and professional voice called out, cutting through the thick, melodic haze of the lounge.
Still, when she received no response from the man she was addressing, she decided to press on. She masked the growing irritation that was clearly taxing her every reserve, fighting the urge to lash out and abandon the polished veneer of her profession.
"Sir, Sir, Sirrrrr!"
She almost yelled it all out this time, her voice laced with the heavy, jagged undertones of frustration.
Steeling herself, she reached out to cross that invisible boundary of service, shaking Fedora's shoulders gently as she called out to him. "Sirr!!!!"
