Recognition

KADEN

“Do I have to do everything myself?” I muttered the question to my empty office. My cursing rang out in the air, along with the low hum of the air conditioning, the lights, and the soft rain pelting my office window.

My assistant’s voice came through the intercom shortly after my door had closed behind her. “Did you say something, sir?”

“No,” I snapped, shaking my head at the folder she had handed me not a minute before. The work was stuff that could be done by the recruits downstairs. I had no idea how it had filtered up or down the line to me.

She should have picked up on it. After five years, I’d think she’d know how to do her job as well as I could do mine. Yet I was going to have to run the file down to the training floor myself now.

I contemplated calling her back in and making her take it down, but then I decided against it. I wanted to check on the recruits anyway. The beautiful girl popped into my mind every so often, and I thought if I could get another look at her, it