She handed me a small, innocent-looking box.
I had no idea what this could be. There were none that would send me anything, and there were very few people that had the clearance to send packages.
Carefully, I unwrapped the box and found a new phone with a note attached to it.
The writing on the note was neat and sharp.
I will contact you if I need you. You are free to do the same. You have clearance to have this. Internet connection is limited to messaging only. Use it wisely.
Commander Patrick, the Ninth Prince of the empire.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
He will call me?
Am I what now? A call girl for him?
And he even suggested that I call him, if I need to?
Is he serious?
There is no situation in which I would scoop so low as to call him for help. I refuse to give
