You hated going to your aunt, especially since she just seemed to love pestering you with her insane conspiracy theories. Thankfully though, your father, Simon, told your mother that he'd take you to work with him to get you out of it.

He was barking orders at recruits, keeping you close by his side. He nudged you with his elbow, bending down to your height to whisper into your ear.

"Yell at them to run 5 more laps, and use your strictest tone sweetie"

You could hear the snicker in his voice.