Chapter 6 - Leaving The Elite Dinner Party
I looked around the grand dining room, feeling a profound wave of disgust for the artificial world my father-in-law inhabited.
“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Arthur,” I said, adjusting my service cap.
“Next time, pick better company.”
I turned on my heel, walking toward the grand double doors without looking back.
Behind me, Harrison Cole called out my name.
“Lieutenant Commander Vance.”
I stopped, turning my head slightly to look back at the powerful billionaire.
“Your country owes you a debt of gratitude,” Harrison said respectfully.
“And I suspect our paths will cross again very soon.”
I gave him a crisp, professional nod before walking out into the cool San Francisco night air.
May you like
The heavy oak doors closed behind me, shutting away the suffocating hypocrisy of high society.
My Navy-issued sedan waited at the curb, its engine idling softly in the darkness.
