Chapter 13 - Melissa's Career Hangs By A Very Thin Thread
The drive back to the National Guard base was dead silent for Melissa.
She sat behind the wheel of her sedan, her hands gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Her mind kept replaying the cold, deadly look in General Vance’s eyes when he threatened her with Article 92 charges.
In the military structure, disrespecting a four-star general—even if she was your sister—was a career-ending blunder.
If Vance filed an official report regarding her conduct in the private room, her promotion to Captain would be revoked before sunrise.
She might even face a formal board of inquiry for conduct unbecoming of an officer.
Her phone buzzed in the cup holder beside her.
She glanced down, expecting a text from one of her lieutenant friends asking for gossip.
Instead, the caller ID showed the official number of her Base Battalion Commander.
Her heart dropped into her stomach like a lead weight.
She pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the dark Virginia highway, her breathing coming in fast, shallow gasps.
She swiped the screen with a trembling thumb and brought the phone to her ear.
“Captain Carter,” she said, trying desperately to keep her voice stable.
“Carter, where the hell are you?” her commander’s stern voice boomed through the speaker.
“I’m ten minutes from base, Sir—”
“Report directly to my office the second you clear the gate,” the commander ordered without hesitation.
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“The Pentagon just sent down a priority administrative hold on your personnel file.”
“What did you do tonight, Melissa?”
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