A middle-aged man in a Colonel\u2019s uniform approaches my table, snapping to attention. It\u2019s Mark Reynolds, a colleague from Ghost Grid. \u201cMajor General Bradley, an honor to see you here, sir,\u201d he says, his voice carrying. A few heads turn. I stand, shake his hand. \u201cToday I\u2019m just a guest, Mark. No work, just family.\u201d As he leaves, a woman at a nearby table whispers, \u201cMajor General? Must be a mistake. Will, a general? No way.\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
I don\u2019t need to explain. In one week, at Nexora Dynamics headquarters, my uniform and the authority it carries will speak for me.<\/p>\n
I slip out onto a balcony, the city lights twinkling like artificial stars. I\u2019m here because I promised my mother. Because, despite everything, I still love them. But today is just the beginning. In one week, everything will change.<\/p>\n
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