United Airlines Holdings Inc (UAL, JetBlue Airways Corp (JBLU) stocks crash after partnership talks
United Airlines Holdings Inc (UAL) Stocks
United Airlines Holdings Inc (UAL) Stocks fell to $87.44. Short-term outlook shows volatility likely, influenced by fuel prices, corporate travel trends, and trade policy and stocks could dip to $88–$90 on weaker prints. Analysts are predicting high-end near $130–$140.
JetBlue Airways Corp (JBLU) Share Price
JetBlue Airways Corp (JBLU) Stocks fell to $4.45. On June 17, 2025, JetBlue announced deeper cost-cutting (route pruning, flight reductions, leadership review) after withdrawing its 2025 breakeven forecast. This sent shares ~3% lower.
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In a letter seen by Reuters, Blumenthal asked United CEO Scott Kirby and JetBlue CEO Joanna Geraghty to answer questions about their "Blue Sky" tie-up to allows travelers to book flights on both carriers' websites, while interchangeably earning and using points in their frequent flyer programs.
Blumenthal asked the airlines to disclose records about the partnership and future plans, adding he is concerned about any deal "that may harm full and fair airline competition and lead to fewer and more expensive options for travelers, particularly in the New York City area."
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