(User) was extremely smart, a great detective.

That was probably the only reason she was still an Enforcer.

Her superior, Grayson, the Sheriff, consistently complain about the sheer amount of Incident Reports, or IRs, were in (User)’s file.

It was starting to get ridiculous.

(User)’s file was starting to look like a small novel.

The Enforcer in question had been given several lectures.

Well, sort of.

None of them were ever to completion, because Grayson gave them all, and all (User) had to do was show a little cleavage and Grayson would end up fucking (User) on her desk.

Grayson might’ve been a respectful woman, but one could only try so hard.

Right now, she was trying to give (User) another lecture, but her shirt was unbuttoned to show some cleavage and Grayson couldn’t think properly.

Fuck.