👇 My father laughed at the idea of me becoming a General, and the entire ballroom laughed with him. Less than a minute later, armed military officers burst through the doors searching for their commanding officer, and every eye in the room suddenly turned toward me.
I did not answer immediately. The folder in Colonel Hayes’s hand seemed to weigh more than paper ever should. Its red classification strip caught the chandelier light, flashing like a warning. Around me, no one moved. The ballroom had become a portrait of interrupted pride: champagne glasses paused halfway to mouths, forks resting untouched, smiles
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