My Sister Mocked My Career — But My Silent Call Ended Her Wedding In Chaos
I left the boutique and immediately went to a secure internet café I used when I didn’t want my family’s Wi-Fi network logging my searches.
I pulled out my encrypted laptop.
I knew I was crossing a line.
Running an unauthorized background check on a US citizen using military intel databases was a court-martial offense if I got caught.
But my gut told me Garrett wasn’t a standard citizen, and his business wasn’t just logistics.
I logged into a secure portal using my credentials and initiated a deep-dive trace on Aegis Global.
I cross-referenced the company’s maritime shipping manifests with flagged ports in Antwerp and Yemen.
The initial search yielded nothing.
Garrett’s firewall was incredibly sophisticated.
But he had made one mistake.
He had used his real voice on a cell network, and he had mentioned a specific container number: 404.
I pinged a contact of mine, Captain Liam Hayes.
Liam and I had gone through basic training together and now he worked at the NSA, specializing in global shipping intercepts.
I didn’t give him the full story.
I just gave him the container number and the port.
“Look into this quietly,” I messaged him on a secure encrypted channel.
“No official flags. Just tell me who owns the lease on the container.”
Three hours later, as I was sitting at a pretentious vegan cafe waiting for Savannah to finish her eyelash extensions, my secure phone buzzed.
It was a file from Liam.
I opened it.
Container 404 in Antwerp wasn’t registered to Aegis Global.
It was registered to a shell company called Kestrel Holdings.
Kestrel Holdings was on a classified DIA watchlist.
They were a known front for a syndicate that moved stolen military-grade weaponry—specifically surface-to-air missiles and drone tech—to sanctioned terrorist groups in the Middle East.
My blood ran ice cold.
Garrett wasn’t a venture capitalist.
He was an international arms dealer.
And my sister, my cruel, vain, clueless sister, was about to marry him in exactly fourteen days.
