Harriet’s Rival

Dylan’s words were direct, and Harriet seethed with anger. If she had the authority, she might have done away with Dylan a long time ago. Growing up, Elias had been her role model. She aspired to be like him, admiring his talent and the effort he invested. But Dylan was a different story. This man was simply talented. They had undergone the same gruelling training, and she had pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion while Dylan seemed carefree. Nevertheless, whether in written exams or combat, he outperformed her by a long shot. As Dylan confidently strolled into the meeting room, Harriet’s face flushed with anger. This man was so infuriating! *** The meeting room soon filled with five high-ranking officers. Lemuel, Harriet, Elias, and Dylan were all present. Carl Conway occupied the front seat. Carl, in his fifties, sported a face adorned with wrinkles, but unlike Hershel, he constantly wore a faint smile. Hershel had always been the stoic one, while Carl seemed perpetually cheerful