17 My Entitled Sister Shredded My Federal Flight Pass In Front Of The Entire Airport—Seconds Later, A 4-Star General's Voice Came Over My Radio, And Armed Marshals Sealed Every Exit

My Entitled Sister Shredded My Federal Flight Pass In Front Of The Entire Airport—Seconds Later, A 4-Star General's Voice Came Over My Radio, And Armed Marshals Sealed Every Exit

Kendra shook her head rapidly, hot tears finally spilling down her cheeks, smearing her expensive eyeliner. "I-it was just an argument! We’re sisters! We have family issues! She was being disrespectful to my authority—"

"Your authority?" Agent Hayes scoffed, his face inches from Kendra's. "Little girl, you are a commercial gate clerk with an overinflated ego. Colonel Marissa Kendall is the Lead Operations Commander for the National Defense Medical Transport Unit. In three hours, a critically injured twelve-year-old girl in Chicago—the daughter of an active-duty serviceman wounded in Syria—needs a rare pediatric heart match currently loaded onto that C-17 aircraft outside. Colonel Kendall is the only pilot certified in this sector to fly through this category-four blizzard tonight."

The room fell into an abyss of absolute silence.

Even the curious passengers filming outside through the glass seemed to understand the gravity of what was happening, their whispers turning into stunned murmurs of outrage.

Julian collapsed onto a chair, burying his face in his hands. "Oh God... oh God, Kendra... what did you do?"

"Julian, help me!" she sobbed, grabbing his lapels. "You said you ran this airport! You told me nothing could touch me here!"

"You idiot!" Julian hissed, violently shoving her hands away from him. "You used my name to settle a petty childhood grudge? Do you know what the Department of Transportation does to people who delay life-saving medical emergency flights? We’re ruined! I’m fired! My career is dead!"

Just then, the glass doors opened again. This time, our mother, Evelyn, strode in, clutching an expensive designer purse, her fur coat dripping with melting snowflakes. She had been waiting in the executive VIP lounge to take Kendra and Julian to a New Year's Eve gala downtown.

"What is the meaning of this circus?" Evelyn announced loudly, scanning the room with aristocratic disgust. "Why are there soldiers with guns here? Kendra, sweetheart, why are you crying?"

Evelyn's eyes finally landed on me, and her expression instantly hardened into familiar, venomous disdain.

"Marissa! I might have known you were behind this!" Evelyn sneered, marching toward me with her hand raised dismissively. "Every single holiday, you find a way to make it all about you! You ruin your sister’s night, you embarrass Julian, and now you’ve hired these actors or whatever military thugs you dragged along to humiliate our family! Apologize to your sister this instant and tell these men to leave!"

Agent Hayes stepped in front of Evelyn, his massive frame blocking her path completely. "Ma'am, step back immediately or you will be arrested for obstruction of federal officers."

"How dare you speak to me like that!" Evelyn shrieked, trying to swat Hayes's arm away. "Do you know who my family is? My father was a state senator! I will have your badge by morning!"

"Agent Hayes," I said quietly, stepping forward.

"Yes, Colonel?"