"Minister Caldwell, you're so certain there's no sun poison. Do you think you know more about experimental testing than the base's researchers?" Liam Sterling shot back bluntly.
"Liam Sterling, you're just an assistant. You should stick to your duties. It's not your place to interrupt when the management is speaking. And don't forget, the food factory is under my control."
"Since when was the food factory under your control? Minister Caldwell, you're just a minister, not the director." Liam Sterling pulled a work badge from his pocket and hung it on his chest. On it, the words "Liam Sterling, Director of the Base Food Factory" were clearly written in large letters.
Minister Caldwell looked like a rooster with its neck being squeezed. He glared at Liam Sterling and spat through clenched teeth, "Liam Sterling, are you trying to usurp my authority?"
