The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

the Under Secretary. Temporary title, strange chain of command, no public bio. We reviewed high-level advancement packets where political pressure, timing, and optics had a way of making ugly little shortcuts look official.

Most packets were boring.

Some were filthy.

A few ruined careers.

At 5:40 that morning I’d been at my desk in Arlington, reading Abigail continue reading …