Elena met the general’s eyes, her gaze steady and unflinching. She remembered all those years of service, the blood and sweat, the sacrifices made by her and those under her command. The integrity she had maintained, the values she had sworn to uphold.
It was those same values that bound her tongue, but they also fueled the fire in her heart. General Morrison might have been a superior officer, but rank could not suppress truth. She knew that more was at stake than her career.
She leaned forward, her voice a razor cutting through the tension. “General Morrison, I know about the contracts,” she whispered, just loud enough for him and the few closest to hear. “I know about the kickbacks, the cover-ups. I have proof, and it’s going public if anything happens to me.”
