XVII. Fight the Good Fight
In the outer office, Helena Lillig, Honold’s secretary, looked up from behind her too big desk. She was an unremarkable woman in her thirties, pale skin, grey uniform, brown hair pulled into a severe bun at the nape of her neck.
Mayhew knew many of the secretaries on the command level — all fearsome gatekeepers who could terrify even the most hardened of soldiers. Helena Lillig was the exception. Oh, she was professional and highly efficient, for sure, but also mousy and shy. Mayhew suspected Honold liked it that way. It made it easier for him to bully her.
“I’m sorry, Colonel,” Helena Lillig whispered as soon as the door to the inner office has slid shut behind Mayhew, “But he was very angry indeed and even his favourite biscuits wouldn’t calm him down.”
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