C51 Regan

I smoothed my slacks for the fifth time and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Sunday brunch with Dad was normal. Being summoned for it in his office along with Charlie and Sheridan and Thill—that was not. If Dad thought it was weird, he hadn’t shown it last night when he’d told me to be here by ten. Which meant quarter ‘til in alpha speak.

But rather than go in early