Chapter 17

“Marc, I’ll need to have a chat with Dr. Wilson, but I suspect this issue will evaporate, and nothing will be put in your personnel file.” He smiled. “The worst thing I heard about you is that some are concerned you’re addicted to chocolate milk.” He stood, smiled wide, and extended his hand. “I can only suggest you seek out the low- or no-fat variety, or else you’ll pack on the pounds.”

They shook. Marc saluted.

The admiral returned it. “Dismissed.”

Marc went to work, and others noticed his subdued nature. He excused it and said he slept poorly and was sore from over-exercising. When he got home just past six A.M., Adam was awake and at the kitchen table with the container of chocolate milk out and a glass filled. They hugged.

Adam whispered. “I got your text that you met with the admiral. I understand your not saying more in the message. We never know what communications are being monitored.”

Marc filled him in, and he drank four glasses of milk.