Chapter Thirty-Seven

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———Third Person Pov:

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Third Person Pov:

Tom and Luka meet face to face with Matt to the side of them, Matt and Luka have smiles on their faces while Tom is too far into duty mode to give a welcoming face. Matt places his hands on both Tom's and Luka's left and right shoulder and says, "I feel introductions are in order!" Matt turns to Tom and says to him, "How about you start us off Tom!"

Before Tom does anything of the sort, he examines Luka's face and body closely. Luka has light blue dyed hair and bright blue eyes, along with rather tan skin. Luka currently wears a black suit with faint dark blue flower designs on them, a perfectly white shirt underneath, and a dark blue tie with the same features as the suit, along with some blue and white sneakers because he doesn't own any fancy shoes.

Luka has a mix between a excited and ecstatic look on his face, his smile doesn't seem to fade one bit, he's actually very happy to have gotten the job since it was such a rare job for a rebel to want and have.

Tom politely holds out his hand to be shook and says, "My name is Thomas Thompson, but since this a professional job you will call me Blue Leader. I don't get along with people I just met, so you won't see my nice side until we've been working together for a while. I expect only the best from you as your boss and leader, so don't let me down."

Luka's smile turns into a confident one as he takes Tom's hand and shakes it, he says, "My name is Luka Paris, but my friends call me Scout. I'm one of many who have come from America to fight as a rebel, but since we had the choice of our position in the Rebellion I decided to fill in for this position. I'm a big fan of you Sir, from what I heard you're the strongest leader within the three and that's why it is such a honor to be working with you."

They pull their hands apart and Tom looks the man up and down, he thinks to himself, "He's about how tall Tord used to be- which is around 5'10" or so. He doesn't seem very aggressive and he seems quite polite by his introduction, I have heard that Americans are hard workers so I probably shouldn't be surprised."

"Tell me, were your friends happy when you chose to be a secretary instead of something.. more important?" Tom asks Luka with a serious but curious look.

"Well, not really," Luka says and his smile turns a bit bashful as he looks down. "Most of them were quite upset with me because they chose to be offense rebels and I chose such a simple job as secretary, they were mad mostly because they thought I could do better and they said I was a 'Wuss' because I chose it..."

Tom now feels bad he asked, he says in his head, "That must've felt awful for him, and yet he still didn't change his position while he had the chance. Why would such a big guy with just as much strength as Tord want such a job as secretary? Even his friends were disappointed in him and he still continued on with it, what is he thinking?"

"Why?" Tom asks him and he flinches in surprise.

"Pardon?" Luka asks and looks at him in bewilderment.

"It's just that-" Tom looks at Luka's innocent face in silence for a moment before sighing. "Nevermind," Tom places his hands behind his back in neat form as he looks at his secretary with a serious look. "I'm counting on you to do your best."

"I'll make you proud Sir!" Luka says and does a soldier pose.

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