The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 545

Percival steered his car into the Vanguard Agency's Rivenwood headquarters parking lot. Soren, Anna, and the rest of the crew were already there, all decked out in the Agency's crisp uniforms. Today was the day Percival would officially step into the role of Deputy Director.

Every member of the Rivenwood Vanguard Agency was dressed to the nines for the promotion ceremony.

In the absence of the Director, the Deputy Director was the top dog. This ceremony was pretty much Percival taking the reins of the Rivenwood headquarters.

"Captain, why are you behind the wheel?" Soren approached, eyeing Percival as he climbed out of the driver's seat. Beside him, Leopold was snoozing like a log, enough to make Soren's teeth itch with irritation.

How could Leopold let the captain drive himself here?

Especially now that Percival was stepping up as Deputy Director, with the whole headquarters watching. Where did that leave his dignity?

Everyone knew Soren was Percival's number-one fanboy. Any threat to Percival's prestige was a no-go in Soren's book.

Micah once joked that if Percival said the Vanguard Agency should cease to exist, Soren would probably tear down all the branches brick by brick.

Like today, Soren was more excited about the ceremony than Percival himself, so excited he had not slept a wink all night.

Percival tossed the keys to Soren and took the uniform jacket Anna handed him. "Get that sleepy mutt on his feet."

Without a word, Soren hoisted Leopold out of the car, nearly popping his shoulder out of its socket.

After changing into his uniform, Percival headed to the auditorium.

The whole staff was there, and as Percival stepped out, applause thundered around the room, Soren's clapping nearly deafening Leopold by his side. Anna sat behind Soren, rolling her eyes at his antics. She was convinced that if Soren were a woman, he would be Vivienne's fiercest love rival.

Percival took his seat amid the leaders, right in the center.

"The Director's out, I'm calling the shots. Meeting adjourned."

stunned. Was Percival, now the Deputy Director, not

few words, will you? Morale's been

Percival's brow furrowed subtly.

Low morale?

Nerves frayed?

took the mic and strolled to the stage, his

Three miles weighted runs after work, starting today. Let's cut the drama,

low morale meant slack performance, which could end in an unmarked grave with nobody

Percival saw that

straightened their backs; no one dared admit to low morale

one to do a pep talk in meetings. To him, getting the orders passed

point

much more

ready to put

turning, he sensed

in lockdown, who could it

he turned, his eyes narrowed, suppressing a flash of hostility as he saw

makes a fair point. Working for the Vanguard Agency means risking your neck. If your morale is down, that's a one-way ticket to the

the man who leaped onto the stage with agile grace, no need for

none other than Vance, the second-in-command of the Sea

outstretched hand. "Percival, pleased to meet you. I'm

of a man never far from his

he introduced himself, eyes locked

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