Meanwhile, Bobby remained seated, his expression serene despite the whispers and occasional laughter from onlookers. He had learned patience over decades of service, and he knew Maya’s words would carry weight.

Just a few miles away, General Nathaniel Anders was pacing his office, his face flushed with anger. The call he had received was brief but enough to spur him into immediate action. “Bobby Keene, disrespected at a bank?” he seethed. This was not just a personal affront; it was an insult to all who had served. Without a second thought, he donned his uniform and set out for the bank.

Back at Summit Ridge, Caden was beginning to feel the pressure as more employees whispered about the incident. Maya had returned and was standing by Bobby, her presence quiet yet defiant. When the general’s car pulled up outside, a hushed silence fell over the bank.

General Anders marched through the doors, his presence commanding immediate attention. Without pausing, he made his way to Bobby, extending a hand. “Bobby Keene,” he said, his voice resonating throughout the lobby, “on behalf of all who served and continue to serve, I apologize for this disgraceful treatment.”

Caden paled, realizing the gravity of his mistake as General Anders turned his attention to him. “This man is a decorated veteran, and you have shown him nothing but disrespect. I suggest you start making amends immediately.”

The atmosphere shifted, embarrassment replacing the earlier mockery. Caden stumbled over his words, trying to apologize, but General Anders had already turned his back, focusing again on Bobby.

“You didn’t have to come,” Bobby said quietly, appreciation in his eyes.

“Nonsense,” Anders replied, “We stand by our own. Always.”

As the general escorted Bobby out of the bank, Maya and the other employees watched with renewed respect. The incident became a lesson in humility and the importance of recognizing the sacrifices of others. Bobby Keene left the bank not just as a veteran, but as a man whose dignity had been rightfully restored.