“Yes,” I said.

“It is.”

He stared at the mahogany table, his face turning a dark red.

“If you do not sign,” I said, “the paperwork for the court-martial will be filed before five o’clock today.”

“You’re destroying me,” Nathan said.

“You did that yourself when you let my sister convince you that you were above the rules,” I said.

Nathan’s head snapped up.

“Caroline had nothing to do with this,” he said.

“She didn’t know.”

“She knew enough to try to access the promotion database to see if your file had been flagged,” I said.

“She used my father’s home network to do it.”

Nathan’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

“The forensic team tracked her IP address and her MAC address,” I said.

“She has compromised herself, and she has compromised you.”

Nathan sank back into his chair, his shoulders slumping.

“She told me it was safe,” he muttered.

“She said her father had connections on the Hill.”

“My father’s connections cannot save you from a military tribunal, Commander,” I said.

I slid a two-page document toward him, along with a black ink pen.