The military gala was already underway when Commander Emma Brooks entered the ballroom in her white dress uniform.
Conversations slowed.
Senior officers turned toward her.
Across the room, Admiral Robert Hayes watched carefully.
Beside him stood a young blonde woman named Claire in an elegant champagne gown.
Emma walked straight toward them.
Claire’s expression changed immediately.
Robert frowned.
Commander.
Emma stopped in front of him.
Sir.
The room became quiet.
Claire stepped closer.
This is not the place.
Emma looked directly at her.
Actually, this is exactly the place.
Robert’s expression hardened.
For what?
Emma reached into the folder beneath her arm.
For the truth about what happened six months ago.
Claire went pale.
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