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She wondered when they had made it to a first name basis. Or at least he had. She refused to call most people of any authority by their first names. Whether or not it was a sign of respect varied from person to person. With Hackett, at least, it was. But right now her respect only ran so far. He was meddling and she was not pleased.
“We’ve had this discussion already, Admiral,” she countered, knowing exactly what he meant without having to ask. "Why are we having it again?“
For a brief moment shame flooded him, and he had to bite back a sharp retort. How to say what he needed to say without pushing her away? God, he wasn’t the person who should be doing this. His initial response to her question was to continue staring at her, his eyes boiling with rage and displeasure.
"We’re having this conversation because I don’t want to see you throwing everything away.” Placing his hands on the edge of his desk he frowned, his brows knitting together over his face. “You’re a talented woman, and there’s something inside you that’s good. I don’t want to watch you turn your back on it.”