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The next day, Jeremiah’s schedule was as packed as ever, leaving little room for rest. His responsibilities in Betrico were relentless, and with the upcoming visit of the Yhaullan Prime Minister, his to-do list grew longer. He had to ensure top-notch security, despite his personal feelings about the visitors. The task ahead was challenging, and Jeremiah knew that handling the logistics of such a high-profile visit would require precision and patience.
The First Military District, under Jeremiah’s command, was a high-security zone, so when Clifford Chavez, the deputy commander, arrived for a meeting, Emmett was taken aback. He knew that Clifford’s influence had earned him access, but he didn’t expect to see him in person. Dressed in a plain black suit, Clifford didn’t seem like someone with the power to influence national matters. However, Emmett knew better—Clifford had connections and resources that most people could only dream of.
“Why do you look so thin?” Clifford asked Emmett, eyeing him with a critical gaze. “Is Jeremiah not feeding you properly?”
Emmett’s response was earnest: “No, Mr. Jeremiah Chavez always tells me to eat more. I eat quite a lot.” It wasn’t a big deal, but Clifford’s probing question left him feeling uncomfortable. The others in the room stifled chuckles, recognizing that only Clifford had the guts to ask such a blunt question, especially with his relationship to Jeremiah.
Tim, one of the officials present, asked about Jeremiah, wondering why he wasn’t there yet, considering the earlier news of a bridge accident he had helped manage. Emmett noted, “Mr. Jeremiah Chavez handled the situation calmly, organizing help across three military districts. His decisiveness is truly impressive.”
The room murmured with admiration for Jeremiah’s quick thinking during the crisis. Clifford, however, seemed dismissive, though he hid his true feelings behind a small, tight-lipped smile. The news of the accident had been all over the media, and everyone was well aware of how skilled Jeremiah was under pressure.
When the doors opened and Jeremiah finally entered, his presence was magnetic, even in his standard military uniform. The room fell silent as his gaze swept across the crowd, eventually landing on his father, Clifford. The brief pause in the air was subtle, but everyone noticed the tension. Jeremiah made his way to the front, heading straight for the seat at the head of the table—the only seat that he could claim.
As usual, he got straight to business, “Let’s begin.” His no-nonsense demeanor left little room for pleasantries.
The meeting continued with discussions about the Yhaullan Prime Minister’s visit, with Emmett relaying information about the potential threat that came with it. Ybaulla had been known for using diplomatic exchanges as a cover for more strategic maneuvers, and Emmett, who was eager to defend Betrico, voiced his concerns. Clifford, too, voiced his skepticism, particularly about Prime Minister Kyle’s entourage.
Jeremiah calmly confirmed their suspicions, adding, “With Kyle comes Kaiden, a kendo expert, and Robin, a chess master.” His words hung in the air, a chilling acknowledgment of Ybaulla’s potential plans.
The room was left stunned, realizing the gravity of the situation. Ybaulla had sent two high-profile individuals to strategically position themselves during the visit, making it clear that this would be no ordinary exchange. If Betrico couldn’t handle it well, there could be serious consequences.
The meeting concluded after an hour, with the team dispersing. Clifford, now with a cup of coffee in hand, couldn’t help but wonder about his son. “When are you bringing your wife home for me to meet her?” he asked, curiosity lacing his voice.
Jeremiah answered slowly, “Tonight.” Clifford’s excitement was hard to conceal, though he masked it with his usual serious demeanor. He was eager to finally meet the woman who had captured his son’s heart.
Emmett, standing off to the side, watched the exchange with mild amusement. He thought to himself that Jeremiah’s acting skills were far from his father’s level. While Clifford could read a room like no other, Jeremiah’s focus was entirely different—he was driven by the mission, not by social cues.
Later that night, the atmosphere was filled with anticipation as Jeremiah prepared to introduce Yvette to his father. It seemed like just another family gathering, but beneath the surface, tensions and expectations ran high. Clifford had made his assessment of his son’s abilities, but this was the first time he would judge the woman who had caught his attention.
