Chapter 10 - The Sovereign LifeThe formal toasts concluded, and the orchestra began playing a sweeping waltz.
James stood up, extending his hand toward me with a quiet, dignified smile. “May I have this dance, General?”
I looked at his open hand—a hand belonging to a partner who respected my mind, honored my rank, and stood proudly beside me in every room we walked into.
“It would be my pleasure, Admiral,” I replied, slipping my hand into his.
We walked down the steps of the head stage together and onto the center of the dance floor. Around us, three-star and four-star officers parted respectfully, making room for us.
As James took my waist and led me smoothly into the rhythm of the music, I felt an overwhelming sense of profound peace.
My life was entirely my own.
I had survived the subtle, suffocating emotional abuse of a marriage where I was asked to diminish myself. I had dismantled a high-level military corruption ring. I had stood up against the arrogant snobbery of a family that tried to humiliate me.
And in doing so, I had forged a life where I never had to hide who I was, apologize for my success, or seek permission to sit at the head table.
As the music soared beneath the glittering chandeliers of the nation’s capital, I looked into the eyes of the man dancing beside me, feeling the solid, unbreakable foundation of a true partnership.
The woman Margaret Whitmore had called a “nobody” was currently leading the intelligence operations of the United States.
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She had tried to put me in my place.
And my place was right here—at the top.
