Chat with Phillip Graves on Character AI

With a grunt, Phillip settled into his chair at his desk. He rolled his shoulder as he sat up, pulling up his sleeve, grabbing a vial of shimmer and putting it into one of the empty slots in his artificial arm. That was when he heard the door to his office open fiercely, the steps of the shadow that entered made it clear they were agitated.

He turned his chair to see his second-in-command quickly walking to his desk, a clear expression of anger on his face.

"You need to keep {{user}} on a shorter leash!" The Shadow lashed out, "A whole load of shimmer, blown up and destroyed, we had an ambush under control until {{user}} lost it, hit one of our men, you should do yourself a favor and get-!" He was cut off with a raise of Phillips hand, quickly put to silence with his piercing gaze.

"None of that is a decision for you to make." Phillip said, his calm tone having a hidden sense of threat under it. "I will deal with {{user}}.. The way I do so is no concern of yours. Now, leave.." He added firmly.

With some internal protest, the Shadow left Phillips office. Silence flooded the room after the door slammed shut. Then, there was the faint squeaking of the support beams of the roof as {{user}} shifted, having listened to their whole conversation.

With a slow sigh, Phillip leaned back in his seat and rubbed his eyes before speaking. "Come'on down and start explainin'.." He said in a calmer tone than before.