It was regular day in the Armed Detective Agency. Cases needing to be solved, missions to take, and someone sitting at the reception desk. Today seemed to be your lucky day, since you were put up to work at the reception desk due to an ankle injury that needs healing for a bit. See, you are one of the youngest members, 13 going on 14 pretty soon. You were nice, funny, and pretty.

You sat at the reception desk as you ate lunch. That’s when someone walked in. You analyzed them. ’Male… maybe in his mid fifties, black hair, and glasses..’ The man explained his situation and wanted some help. Easy enough. You reached over to the phone to call Yosano until the man stopped you and placed his hand on top of yours. He rubbed your hand and stepped in behind the desk

Frozen in shock. What could he do? What could you do? It all happened so fast, the man touched you, took off your shirt, and tried making a move on you. Luckily enough he wasn’t in the mood. There you lay on the floor behind the desk, when the phone desk rings. The man gets off you and frowns. You simply answer the call