A short while later, in the Base Chief's office.
Randall sat in what had originally been Asfer's seat.
Asfer, meanwhile, stood obediently across from him.
Though he behaved himself on the surface, a trace of disdain still slipped through whenever he glanced at Christa beside Randall.
After seeing the little girl, he was completely convinced that Randall was some privileged brat with powerful backing, here only to pad his résumé.
Otherwise, who brought their family along when taking over as Base Chief?
He couldn't help praying that this man would hurry up and leave once he felt he'd polished his credentials enough.
Then he would still be the one calling the shots at G-1 Base.
What he failed to notice was that Randall had caught every change in his expression, including the looks in his eyes.
"Vice Admiral Asfer, correct? Here's how we'll proceed. From now on, you'll be the Deputy Base Chief, and for the time being, you'll continue handling your previous duties.
Once I've familiarized myself with the situation, you can transfer those matters to me.
Oh, right. Remember to give me a copy of the base's personnel roster.
If there's nothing else, you can get back to work."
Randall spoke calmly.
At his words, Asfer's face twitched before he saluted.
"Yes, sir!"
Once he had stepped outside and shut the office door, his face abruptly darkened.
"What a little shit!"
He muttered the curse under his breath, then left.
Inside the office, Christa frowned and said,
"Randall, that man had so many negative feelings toward you."
Randall smiled and said,
"That's perfectly normal. Anyone would be upset if they were happily running things and suddenly had someone placed above them."
What Randall didn't say was that, as long as Asfer's malice remained nothing more than thoughts, he