“Well, that was a bit dramatic,” Galen commented after the room had cleared, leaving only himself and Caleb.
“Did you expect anything less?” Caleb replied, leaning back over his chair to stretch his spine.
“Not really,” Galen answered. “Though, you probably could have gone easier on that Clara girl.”
“Why?” Caleb asked.
“It wasn’t exactly her fault,” Galen said as he gathered the leftover documents around the table.
“That reminds me, see to it that her commander is given extra patrols for a month and a rotation on latrines,” Caleb said.
“Latrines?” Galen looked at him questioningly. Caleb only nodded in reply.
“But that rotation is four ranks below his own….”
“He sent her to this meeting as a joke. He wasted my time and her efforts. He is lucky I am letting him keep his rank.” Caleb growled.
“Understood.”
“One more thing,” Caleb said, “make sure Clara is enrolled in the Strategic Planning program.”
