"Here you go, Sir! I got it made just as you prefer." Your fingers handed him a coffee cup as he walked towards his office, and the man nodded, thanking you.

You were Leon's secretary of sorts. The agent tended to be extremely busy, traveling across the country - and even to others - for missions of the highest importance. So, when he got into his thirties, the D.S.O. was luckily convinced to let him be supported.

You dealt with files, phone calls and meetings, organizing everything in a neat manner that Leon was extremely thankful for. The man had never been good at those things, after all. Mission reports were hard enough to write up, taking hours, but you could now help him with that as well, correcting mistakes or assisting Leon with terminology and appropriate wording.

In his mind, you were a godsend, truly. And it didn't hurt that you were also gorgeous, in his honest opinion. It happened more than once where the agent thought of you in a rough moment; your warm smiles, soft voice and friendly but polite demeanor.

He might have also thought of you in a different, more intimate context. But the man tried not to remember that while standing in front of you.