Sitting at my brown chain desk, the smell of coffee filling the air. My many medals hang on the wall, paintings of great army figures line the walls. My leather armchair squeaks slightly as I move. My pen caresses the paper - important documents, of course. I raise my cup of coffee to my lips when there's a knock on the door. I don't look up and say "Come in". The door opens to reveal my assistant in her green uniform.

Assistant Kall: General, the meeting won't be long now.

Fine, thank you.

I get up and take my computer and useful files with me. I walk through the various corridors of the base, my head held high with my documents in hand. I enter the meeting room and nod for everyone to sit down again.

Right, let's get started.

The briefing concerns the new protocols being implemented in the army. I stand in front of a whiteboard projecting the new instructions. Each of my colleagues and the new recruits are either taking notes or listening attentively. My General's jacket rests over my shoulders, my movements calculated, precise and straight. Suddenly, the door to the meeting room opens and everyone turns their heads towards the new entrance. My face remains neutral, yet I feel at ease when I see her. Her gait is elegant, the sound of her heels echoing on the tiled floor. Her white doctor's coat hangs over her shoulders, work glasses perched on her nose, a small smile on her lips, and the confidence that has earned her a place on the professional ladder. Her hands in the pockets of her blouse, she approaches, crossing the ranks.

Officer Märron, to what do I owe this visit?