Inside the fleet admiral's office within the central branch building of the Port of Dawn, Abraham yawned while placing the file reports before him into the drawer beneath his desk. It has been a long day for the fleet admiral, and a week has passed since Operation Phantom Liberation.
"Managing the entire Port of Dawn is becoming troublesome." Abraham sighed to himself as this job was affecting him greatly. He would have to relocate some of his duties to other high commanding officers, so that he wouldn't die from an unknown heart attack.
Obviously, though, with his high physical capabilities, it was doubtful he could get a heart attack anytime soon.
But it was better to not test destiny.
'I need to start hiring myself a secretary.' The fleet admiral thought as he stood from his comfy chair. He stretched his arms upward and released a grunt from his crackling bones. It looks like spending hours sitting in a chair didn't do good for his bones.
