Chapter 9 9

The elderly man leaned heavily on a polished wooden cane, but his posture was as straight as a steel rod.

He walked slowly toward the confrontation.

It was Thaddeus Finch. Senior Advisor to the Department of Defense and a legendary guest lecturer at West Point.

Carolyn recognized him instantly. She had once tried to use her family's connections to get into his exclusive advanced aviation seminar and had been summarily rejected.

Carolyn's mocking smile vanished, replaced by a desperate, fawning grin.

"Professor Finch!" Carolyn gasped, stepping forward. "What an honor to see you here."

She immediately pointed an accusing finger at Cilla. "Professor, you have to hear this. This woman is sitting here lying, claiming she graduated from West Point. It's an insult to the institution."

Carolyn waited for the professor to destroy Cilla's credibility.

Jace nodded respectfully to the old man, trying to distance himself from the embarrassment.

Professor Finch didn't even look at Carolyn. He didn't acknowledge Jace.

His sharp blue eyes bypassed them entirely and landed squarely on Cilla.

His stern face softened into a look of profound respect.

Cilla immediately stood up. She pushed her chair back, squared her shoulders, and stood at perfect attention.

"Good evening, Professor," Cilla said, her voice ringing with military precision.

Professor Finch smiled warmly. "It has been far too long, Captain Henson."

The words hit the air like a physical shockwave.

The entire restaurant went dead silent. You could hear the ice clinking in the water glasses.

Carolyn's jaw dropped. The blood drained from her face so fast she looked like a corpse.

Kade's mouth hung open, his eyes darting between the frail old man and Cilla in absolute disbelief.

Jace felt as if the floor had just dropped out from under him. His breath caught in his throat. He stared at Cilla, his mind completely short-circuiting.

Professor Finch finally turned his head to look at Carolyn. His eyes were like ice.

"Who exactly were you calling a liar, young lady?" Finch demanded, his voice booming with authority.

Carolyn stammered, taking a step back. "I... I just meant... she went to a state school..."

Professor Finch slammed the rubber tip of his cane onto the marble floor.

"Captain Henson is not just a graduate of the United States Military Academy," Finch announced loudly, ensuring every person in the room heard him. "She was the Valedictorian of her class."

Gasps rippled through the dining room.

"Furthermore," Finch continued, his tone lethal, "her senior thesis on autonomous drone combat is currently classified as required reading at the Pentagon."

The wealthy patrons at the surrounding tables began whispering, shooting looks of absolute disgust at Carolyn and Kade.

Kade looked down at his shoes, his face burning a bright, humiliating red.

Carolyn swayed on her feet. The elite, untouchable persona she had built her entire life upon was just crushed to dust in ten seconds.

Jace stepped forward, his hands shaking. He reached out, trying to grab Cilla's arm.

"Cilla..." Jace whispered, his voice trembling with panic. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Cilla took a smooth half-step backward, completely avoiding his touch.

She looked at him with eyes as cold as a winter grave.

"You never asked," Cilla said softly. "And you wouldn't have understood anyway."

Jace's chest tightened painfully. A wave of suffocating realization crashed over him. He had thrown away a diamond because he thought it was glass.

Professor Finch reached out and patted Cilla's shoulder. "Come visit me at the Pentagon when you have time, Captain. We have much to discuss."

"I will, Sir," Cilla smiled.

She turned to the waiter, handed him a black credit card, and paid the bill.

Cilla and Lena grabbed their coats. They walked past Jace and his friends without giving them a single glance.

Just as Cilla's hand touched the brass handle of the restaurant's front door, a deafening explosion shattered the night.