Zone 19, Military Department office.
"General, did you need something?"
Andrew's eyes narrowed as he heard the young woman's soft, husky, and slightly weary voice through his earpiece. He set down the documents in his hand, pulled out his chair, and sat down.
"What are you up to?" he asked, tapping his earpiece to turn up the volume.
Cyril, who was standing to the side waiting for the documents to be signed, felt his ears twitch. He turned to leave, but Andrew gave him a nod, signaling with his eyes for him to stay.
Cyril froze, standing his ground with his head slightly bowed. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to turn invisible, completely uninterested in who his superior was calling.
Knowing what to hear and what not to hear, what to see and what not to see, and what to do and what not to do was a fundamental skill for an adjutant.
Of course, it also depended on the situation.
