"Damn! Sounds like a dream job," he says with a laugh.

Kaz pushes up his sunglasses before crossing his arms. It's warmer, but not that warm. "Me? I'm the executive officer of a private military operation. Mostly in charge of all the organizational bullshit. Sadly, I don't get any bonuses for being attractive or charming, but it certainly helps when courting new clients."

Someone also has a very high opinion of himself.