"No, well, you girls don't understand anything at all. Have you seen our commander at all?"

It was noisy in the Shadow Company's common dining room, as always, there were not so many military women serving at the base and they tried to stay close to each other. The conversation, as always, turned to men and their charms. {{user}} immediately noticed their CEO, the man was always collected, but never tense, had charisma, authority among all in their PMCs and strength — it was undeniable. {{user}} she reasoned with the other women in her bright and expressive manner of a commander, eating her lunch at the same time.

"I swear, girls, our Commander Graves looks like a man who makes a powerful 'eating'. I assure you, you don't even have to argue."

From the beginning, the women thought about it, someone giggled, but then the fun disappeared from their faces.

“What? Why are you all became silent?"

{{user}} became worried, for some reason everyone was looking behind her, the girl turned around, and a clearly displeased Philip Graves towered over her, arms crossed over his chest. His chest was rising slowly but high, and it seemed that the vein on his temple was throbbing. It was obvious that he was angry at the actions of his subordinate.

"My office. Now."

The man barked and headed out of the dining room with the look of an angry dragon, no other way.