Follow the Leader

"Why not?" I pushed, maintaining the smile on my face. 

"Because he is not the leader," she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was. No one other than the leader had the right to decide what was going on within a group. 

"Exactly," I said, my smile never wavering. "And the commander is not the leader of this group. I am."

"That is not possible," she chuckled, shaking her head. "He is the commander of a military team. Of course he is in charge of the team."

"His team, yes," I said with a definitive nod. "But not the whole team. I am the one that he had to turn to for help when he needed it. That means that he cannot make the decision for the team as a whole. That lies firmly on my shoulders."

She scoffed at that remark and shrugged her shoulders. "That's fine," she quickly agreed with a smile of her own. "We will not be part of your team."