“Admiral Lucian Shapiro?!” The officer who’d been acting so high and mighty turned ghost-white, his legs visibly shaking.
The man who usually belonged on military broadcasts—the legendary admiral who commanded the entire navy—swept the room with a razor-sharp look. When his eyes landed on Loyce, the hardness eased into something unmistakably gentler. “Did they give you trouble?”
Loyce nodded, completely unbothered. “Mm. Quite a lot, actually.”
Across the room, Oscar and the other applicants stared as if the floor had shifted under their feet. The insignia, the soldiers behind him—everything about Lucian screamed untouchable.
Still, one of them managed to choke out, “So what if he’s military? That means he can cover for a fraud?”
“Yeah,” someone muttered. “Is this what the military does now?”
Before the murmurs could build, commotion erupted outside the station.
Douglas stormed in with armed officers at his back, his face thunder-dark. “Who gave you the nerve to arrest people without even investigating the facts?”

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