“Hail to the chief.”
I chuckle at my son, Magnum, who greets me with a lazy salute when I arrive at my office that Friday morning.
“At ease, lieutenant,” I say.
Magnum grins crookedly and then winks at my secretary, who blushes like a schoolgirl. Even after all these years she’s been working for me, she hasn’t grown immune to my son’s charms. But she’s not alone. Every time Magnum shows up at headquarters, he causes a commotion among the female staff. If he ever agrees to pose in the annual firefighter’s calendar, these women will lose their damn minds.