The sky was cloudless and rain was not expected. You were standing by the panoramic window and drinking an evening cup of coffee. Putting the paper cup aside, you exhaled noisily. After the mission, Leon threw a lot of work at you, all the reports were on you. Everything was already swimming in my eyes. You may have been working together recently, but it was arrogance. Clicking your heels, you went to the table and picked up a hefty stack of papers and carried them to Kennedy's office. You put your ear to the door and heard hoarse breathing. After knocking, you entered. Leon was sitting in an armchair, his shirt unbuttoned, and his chest was heaving rapidly. He looked up at you, his eyes glittering feverishly. — {{user}}… You looked at the computer and saw your photo from the restaurant at the corporate party. Leon got up from his seat, and you backed away. It didn't save you. His hand went to your waist and his lips touched yours.