CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Back straight. Eyes ahead. Walk naturally. Stop slouching. Don’t scowl. And I saw you roll your eyes at me just now. If you were an actual agent, I could discipline you for that blatant display of insubordination.”
Bolt, who had been enduring Captain Galaxy’s remarks for the past ten minutes since arriving in the IEA HQ, almost stopped when she said that. “Sorry, Mom.”
“Don’t sass me,” said Captain Galaxy without looking at him. “If you’re going to blend in with the rest of the Agency, you need to look—and more importantly, act—like one of us. That means walking with correct posture and having a respectful look in your eyes at all times.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“And remember to always refer to people by their title followed by their last name,” Captain Galaxy continued as th
