"Pushing your luck!"
Sitting at the head of the table, Major General Koverdale was now left with only this one evaluation of Thomas.
'I assigned you a task with almost zero possibility of success to make you retreat in difficulty, not to play some game of rivalry!
Do you think that as the garrison commander, my eyes are blind and my ears deaf?
Since the first day you arrived here, you've been inquiring about Aiven's news. What kind of plots are you hatching? Even Solomon, who is always crafty and sly, can see it clearly. How could I not know?
Besides, a deputy? A man who is the first new star far surpassing you, why should he be your deputy?! '
The Major General's red face was already clouded with gloom, feeling this conversation with this utterly unself-aware thorn was a grave mistake from the start!
