Rayleigh Anderson had been depressed lately.
This year, he was the New York director of the National Defense Agency. Recently, he had been ill-at-ease and had a bad temper. Several assistants were trembling in fear, afraid that they would make Rayleigh lose his temper. As a retired general, Rayleigh had a bad temper. The only weakness of this bad-tempered general was his fear of his own family.
This was a well-known fact in the government. No one could control his temper except for Amanda. Recently, a few rich businessmen had been found to be evading tax. He had directly sent people to seal them up and investigate. His methods were quite rough and merciless. After that, he had received snowflakes of complaint letters, but Rayleigh Anderson ignored them as if they were bullsh * t.
"A tax of a thousand dollars isn't a tax. Is the National Treasury that rich?"
"Investigate, investigate thoroughly."
"Only death and taxes are eternal in this world."
