one moved.
Vance went pale.
The commander turned his head.
“MP.”
Two military police officers moved immediately.
Within seconds, they reached Vance.
“Lieutenant, you need to come with us.”
He didn’t resist.
Chloe grabbed his arm.
“What’s happening?” she cried.
No one answered.
The MPs escorted him through the ballroom.
Hundreds of eyes followed.
No whispers.
Only silence.
Evelyn’s composure cracked.
Richard had nothing to say.
The commander stood.
“This is not the place for this,” he said. “But it will be handled.”
Handled.
A word with weight.
He returned
