Kyle looked a bit uncomfortable.
Naturally, the sharp eyes of the Chief noticed. "You seem unhappy with this offer. Why?"
Kyle avoided the Chief's eyes as he just looked around the room.
"I kinda like fighting," he said. "The job is cool and all, but I like what I'm doing currently."
"Your assumption is incorrect," the Chief said. "You will not stop fighting. In fact, my representative needs to be of sufficient power to represent me. A representative can be seen as a diplomat, and a diplomat needs to have the ability to demonstrate the power and status of the party they are representing."
"I do not want you to stop fighting. Quite the opposite."
"I need you to become even stronger."
"If you want to represent me, you need to be almost as outstanding as me."
'Great, more pressure,' Kyle thought with sarcasm. 'Just what I needed.'
"How is this job going to look? Like, what's my average workday?" Kyle asked.
