<strong>The Hawk<br/>His Stateroom<br/></strong><br/><br/>Hawkes didn't react to the girl telling him about how she didn't want to let him play out his primal urges by crushing any further dissent. He had indeed been very cruel to the redhead, and he had to admit it gave him a modicum of pleasure. He nodded at her reply, but thought wise to drop that thread of conversation. He was more interested in her background, and liked what he heard.<strong> "Ah, nice, so you've been exposed to different peoples and cultures, and have been independent from an early age. That mitigates any ill effects your privileged background may have had on your character. I admire your loyalty towards your friends, as any soldier would. And I must say, you have inherited your mother's beauty."</strong>He hated spoilt rich young women, but this one was better than most he'd met. His last line was sincere, and had a touch of desire to it.<br/><br/>He didn't want to waste any more time, and decided to get to business. The best way to make her forget his harsh ways was to keep her engaged.<strong>"Now, coming to your responsibilities. You'll assist me in everything from organizing the senior level meetings to taking me through crew and equipment status reports and inventory updates every night. You're supposed to take notes during all my meetings, and follow up on them as per my orders. As you'll see, it's not too taxing, and yet you'll have access to information on all that goes on in the vessel."</strong><br/><br/>He opened the drawer of his desk, and handed her a notepad and a pen.<strong>"In fifteen minutes, I'll be meeting with Dr. Myrtle, to take stock of the results of last week's medical checks of some of the crewmembers, and any other concerns he may be having. I'll introduce you to him, so that you take things forward and he takes up less of my time."</strong><br/>