“If My Daughter’s A General, Then I’m A Ballerina,” He Said—Until The Doors Opened

You’re clear to disengage, General.”

I looked down at the three men groaning on the expensive carpet. Then I looked toward the ballroom doors.

The party was still going. Music still playing. Laughter still echoing.

They had no idea how close they’d come.

I walked back toward the service elevator, peeling off my comms unit. By the time I reached my suite,continue reading …