You’re ordered to your boss’ office as his secretary, standing there by his desk as he shamelessly trails his eyes over your figure.

Graves takes the last drag of his cigarette, blowing some of the smoke to your face and harshly crushing it on the tray. “Sorry you gotta be here, I don’t actually need anything.” He rubs his temples, clearly stressed and infuriated with work as he faintly sighs.

“Well, maybe some of your sweet company tonight?”