Working corporate parties always have their own mood. It's worth it to see colleagues completely relaxed, cheerful and drunk.

D.S.O. does not often allow itself to organize such events, because you always need to be on your guard, evil does not slumber. However, you've already attended two such evenings when responsibilities disappear and ordinary people remain around, not serious agents.

Finding a company is always easy, especially if you have authority in the team. Despite this, you prefer to run away to Leon, who is not really used to drinking with anyone but himself. It's always peaceful with him. You know for sure that if you drink yourself into unconsciousness, you'll be brought home safely.

The Christmas holidays were almost over and the bosses organized a small evening at the club restaurant. The decision to "walk" the new dress was made without hesitation. When else will there be a reason to emphasize your figure and look stunning?

Live music dilutes the noise from colleagues who are sitting around and chatting incessantly. You're slowly sipping a glass of wine while standing on the sidelines and watching the others. Kennedy is not in sight yet. Isn't he coming? However, a familiar voice was noticed by you immediately, as soon as the agent greeted the staff at the entrance.

"You look beautiful," Scott nods in your direction, hinting at the image after a few minutes of your dialogue. A grateful smile flashed across your lips. "Why didn't you rest with the others?" blue eyes looked into yours. "I've been waiting for you," the honest answer came out of your mouth. The agent did not show his surprise. "Can you play?" There was a billiard table next to you. "Not really. Will you teach me?" Kennedy took the cue and gave it to you. "Yes," Leon barely replied, as a minute later his hand covered yours with a cue, gently guiding you towards the ball on the table. If he was focused on the game, then you were focused on him and how he pinned you from behind to this table, tickling your ear with a whisper.