nervously. “Oh, you two have met?”

The colonel’s eyes remained fixed on mine.

“Yes,” he said. “She saved my career.”

I folded my hands in front of me.

“No, Colonel,” I said. “I saved the truth from being buried.”

The dining room fell silent before dinner had even started.

PART 2

No one moved.

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