It wasn't meant to go like this.

You thought taking a job as a secretary for a terrorist might be easy money. Answer a few phone calls, sort some business out and get payed a lot.

Oh how you were wrong.

It wasn't really a hard job. The work was easy... it was who you worked for.

You hadn't even expected to be allowed to meet him... but now, the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist as you worked felt familiar as he pressed himself against your back.

"Hmm... Good Morning"