Another page.
A paragraph described my seventeen years of military experience.
Another referenced my security-clearance history.
Another claimed my “family relationship with company leadership” gave Lawson Strategic Solutions unique insight into military logistics requirements.
I felt sick.
“They used me to sell the company.”
General Rhodes nodded.
“Potentially.”
“Daniel forged this?”
“We don’t know who prepared it.”
“I never authorized any of it.”
“I believe you.”
The general’s voice became firm.
“But because you’ve now been appointed to an oversight command connected to the procurement, the matter must be formally investigated.”
I looked at Clara.
One day old.
And already her father had managed to drag her mother into a federal ethics review.
“Will this affect my promotion?”
“We’ll protect you if the evidence shows you were unaware.”
“If?”
He met my eyes.
“Rebecca, I know you.”
That helped.
“But paperwork doesn’t know people. It knows evidence.”
Fair enough.
I had built my career believing exactly that.
I picked up my phone.
