When A Date Becomes A Downfall

My dad, a retired intelligence officer, had an unusual request: come home and meet someone.

"This is critical, Ava. His name is Liam Vance. His father is Senator Vance. It's a good match."

I sighed; I knew this was a setup, a potential alliance between old money and new power.

I agreed, but only if I could bring my "project"-a prototype armored vehicle, Red Flag H-1-a sleek, unassuming black sedan that was also a two-hundred-million-dollar government asset.

Driving the most technologically advanced vehicle on the planet to a blind date for marriage felt ironic.