The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

closer to the bed.

“Now, wait a minute.”

“No.”

It came out flat.

He blinked.

I had spent twenty-seven years in rooms where men mistook rank for decoration because it was pinned to a woman. I knew that blink. It meant he had expected me to explain myself.

The curtain at the end of the room moved.

A woman in a gray blazer walked in holding a badge wallet at continue reading …