Violet
“You!”
“Me?”
“I’m looking at you, am I not?”
“No…sir…commander,” I stumbled over my words, wanting to disappear on the spot.
He raised an eyebrow. “Sir or Commander?”
The room fell silent as I tried to think of my answer. Which one of the two was it?
“S-Sir?” I tried.
I bit my bottom lip as his gazed remained on me for a moment. “Do you not wish me a good evening?”
So that was the issue.
“Good evening, Sir,” I replied quickly, making a mental note not to forget to greet this man ever again.
Commander Jorn let out a satisfied chuckle, then walked further, pacing back and forth in the room without saying a single word. His eyes scanned the group, like he was trying to look for more targets.
“I see old faces, new faces,” he finally began speaking. “For those of you who do
