With determined strides, Major Philip stormed through the hallway, his face contorted with frustration. His secretary, clad in an ash-colored suit and a short skirt that grazed her knees, scurried behind him, struggling to keep up with his pace while delivering a barrage of information.
"Sir, our public support has plummeted significantly since the last report," his secretary informed him, her voice filled with concern.
Without even sparing her a glance, Major Philip continued his brisk walk, though his reaction to the news was palpable. "What's the percentage?" he curtly asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
"We're down to thirty-five percent, sir. And the riots have been escalating, resulting in a higher mortality rate among our force," she replied, trying her best to keep up with his relentless pace.
