A Plan
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-03-27 21:30:00

Evan Drake stormed into his family’s private chambers, his boots striking the marble floor with sharp, angry steps. His blood boiled with rage, his jaw tight as he tried to process what had just happened. His promotion ceremony had been a grand affair months ago, a rightful reward for his years of service. And yet—somehow—Calen Storm, who once a nobody, had been granted an undeserved honor.

Calen Storm. Brigadier General.

The thought alone made Evan want to punch something.

“This is bullshit,” he spat, pacing back and forth in front of his father. “That bastard—that nobody—is a Brigadier General now? How? Why? What has he done that’s so special?”

Reginald Drake, seated in his large velvet chair, barely reacted to his son’s outburst. Unlike Evan, he never let his emotions control him. He was a man of precision, of careful, deadly calculation. He took a slow sip of his wine before finally speaking.

“Calen Storm is no one, Evan,” Reginald said coolly, placing his glass down on the polish
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