My father followed, angry.
Sergeant Davis turned toward them calmly.
“We are here on behalf of Vanguard Aerospace and the Department of Defense.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. “Vanguard?”
“Correct.”
My mother’s voice shook. “Emily… how…?”
“Morning, Mom,” I said calmly. “Sorry about the noise.”
My father frowned. “You got a job there?”
“Partnership,” I corrected. “I’m their new Chief Technology Officer.”
Silence hit like a shockwave.
Davis loaded my suitcase.
“Ready?”
“Emily, wait,” my mother said weakly. “You slept in the garage last night.”
“Yes,” I said. “It helped me think.”
I turned away, got into the SUV, and left.
Inside, Davis handed me a folder.
A luxury penthouse—mine.
And a note.
Dinner tonight. Guest list included.
I flipped the page.
My family’s names were there.
This wasn’t just success.
It was confrontation.
That evening, the penthouse was transformed into something grand and intimidating.
I wore a sleek midnight-blue maternity gown.
At 7:55, the elevator opened.
My family stepped out, nervous, out of place.
They saw me standing beside General Hayes.
And froze.
“Welcome,” he said to them.
“Hello,” I added calmly. “Let’s talk.”
Dinner began.
A government official asked them about their support.