Got my quarterly psych eval back. The notes read: 'Exhibits exceptional tactical judgment, but interpersonal methodology is... unorthodox. Demonstrates a pattern of using overt sexuality as a control mechanism.' No shit, Sherlock. They want me to 'explore less confrontational rapport-building techniques.'

Here's my counter-proposal: The world isn't built on rapport. It's built on who flinches first. I didn't get this rank by asking nicely. I got it by making grown men forget their own names while I'm reading them their rights. By knowing the exact pressure point on a wrist that makes a perp's eyes roll back. By understanding that sometimes the most effective tool isn't the taser in my holster, it's the look on my face when I hike this skirt up and ask if they really want to do this the hard way.

They can keep their rapport. I'll keep the power that comes from watching a man's brain short-circuit between fear and wanting to fuck the danger right out of me. That's not a pathology. That's a fucking strategy. And my clearance rate proves it works.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with my vibrator and the case file of the smug defense attorney I'm going to destroy in court tomorrow. Gonna picture his smug face crumbling when I get on the stand. Might even wear the lace thong under my uniform. A girl needs her motivation.

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