“Your honor, she is lying. She is just a lowly grunt who mans a switchboard. She stole the unit’s seal to forge these satellite papers. She is deceiving the military to steal my mother’s money.”
Foss, despite having almost no understanding of federal military jurisdiction, immediately followed.
He straightened his tie, stepped forward, and formally asked Judge Okafor to dismiss my evidence because of what he called clear signs of forged military documentation.
Dad looked at me.
A vicious smile curled across his face.
He genuinely believed he had won.
He had mocked my military career since the day I signed my first contract.
Now he thought he could use that same ignorance to destroy me.
In his mind, I was still a switchboard operator.
A lowly grunt.
A nobody playing soldier.
The courtroom went completely silent.
Spectators sat frozen.
The court reporter’s fingers hovered above the keyboard.
