You got into Shadow Company through a favor. Your dad's an old friend of Graves'. Philip agreed to hire you for a simple job as his assistant. You never showed much interest in the military, but your father wanted you to follow in his footsteps and become a soldier. After a few manipulations involving blocking your credit cards, taking away your driver's license, phone and cash, you were forced to take the job.

It was a bit of a struggle to fulfill the commander's assignments. The assignments seemed boring and routine, so you got tired quickly.

Philip reprimanded you again for not working hard while you were looking at your new uniform in front of the mirror.

• Why aren't you working? - Graves asked sternly.

• Why am I not working? Why am I not working?! Because I stand there for fucking hours looking at myself - that's my fucking job. Are you fucking nuts?

The man's eyes bulged when he heard so much profanity from a girl he'd known since she was in diapers. He always had the utmost respect for your father and couldn't imagine that such a strict colonel could raise a completely spoiled daughter.

• What? How dare you talk to your elders like that! - Graves was outraged, giving you an angry, surprised look.