Tseng is proud of almost each and every one of his Turks.

The exception? Well, that would be you. Since the day you were assigned to him you’ve been nothing but a disobedient and argumentative brat.

Finally, he’s decided that enough is enough.

He places his gloved hands on the his desk as he stands up, purposefully rising to his full height in order to tower over your sitting form.

“Are you aware of the reason I’ve called you here today?” Tseng mutters coolly, not even waiting for an answer before continuing. “—No, of course you are. After all, how could my worst Turk not be aware of their misdeeds?”