Colonel Victoria Hart did not raise her voice.
She did not argue.
She did not trade insults with people who clearly believed money made them untouchable.
Instead, she reached into her pocket, removed her phone, and pressed a single button.
“Emily,” she said softly, “tell me everything from the beginning.”
The Prescott family exchanged amused glances.
Margaret folded her arms.
Ethan checked his watch.
Brandon smirked.
None of them seemed concerned.
That was their second mistake.
Because Victoria wasn’t recording the conversation.
She was connected to someone else.
A military legal officer.
And every word spoken in that room was being documented.
Emily took a shaky breath.
