“Yes, feel free to pass it along. It’s official. The rules are simple, though. Only your shift commander or above can authorize OT, but it’s all...owed again. Just keep in mind, there’s a downside. We are going to tighten up training. No more waivers. No more online training unless it’s a course authorized by Forsyth. And, especially, no more whitewashing or gundecking of requirements. That includes your weapon requalification. You’ve got three weeks or so before some of you will need to be at the. She rose immediately and gracefully came over to me, her face crimson, and sat upon my knee. She was apparently confused and embarrassed, but could hardly refuse the first request I made, after having just agreed to obey me in all things.I put my arm around her and drew her to me, kissing her passionately; she permitted my embraces and returned them passionately.My hand fell to her knee and he began to rub up and down her leg. Her face flushed a deep red, her eyes were closed and she murmured. It was all status. And probably his boss, whoever he was, was Italian? Could this even be Mafia?“Come,” he said and stood back.Mia stood up, with his eyes lasered onto her. She followed him to the door, which he opened. He would either be super correct, or treat her like nothing - one or the other. But he thought she might be an envoy, perhaps someone’s daughter, sent to test him? She had mystique, and she was Italian. He took her up a wide staircase, to an office that was large and brashly. . underneath me, I suppose. I wasn't sure how you got there, and I felt really out of control."His hands shaking visibly, he ran his fingers through his hair distractedly."I could really have hurt you, Sarah." Is that why you ran, Steven? Are you serious?" I asked. "After all this time, you think I'd believe that you'd do something without my permission? You're crazy." I retorted furiously. The thought was absurd. I knew him better than that. I couldn't believe how angry I was at the fact that.