Duke wasn't exactly a saint. Around Kisha, he could be shameless, flirtatious, and utterly unrestrained without a second thought. But that side of him belonged to his wife alone.
In front of his subordinates, however, he still had a reputation to maintain.
He was their Commander.
Their Vice City Lord.
The last thing he needed was for his men to overhear one of his officers enthusiastically listing intimate supplies outside the meeting room.
Vulture, on the other hand, seemed blissfully unaware of how ridiculous the situation looked. Whether it was because he had no sense of embarrassment or because his loyalty to Duke had completely overridden his common sense, even Duke couldn't tell anymore.
All he knew was that if he let the man keep talking for another five seconds, everyone inside the office would know exactly what "supplies" Vulture had been so proudly collecting.
"Then how many did you mean?" Duke asked, needing to clear things up.
