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Amanda
I turned to face them. “Gentlemen.”
“Miss Bryant, what’s the meaning of this? We’ve been waiting here for over an hour. Why are you contacting us? We were expecting to speak to an officer of the Zakar battle group.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, barely. So unladylike, but Robert’s false concern, his attempt to play the confused and befuddled official, rubbed me raw. For years I’d believed his every word, now I could see him for what he was. A self-serving bureaucrat that would do anything for personal or professional gain.
“I am Lady Zakar, of the Battle Group Zakar, a proud warrior bride of Prillon Prime. And Robert? I no longer work for you.” I spread my hand out behind me in an arc, as if showing off the men seated behind me. “These men know the truth, gentlemen, a
