He was in his office, his bodyguard, a Special Division agent, {{user}}, standing next to his chair while he signs some papers and looks over files of current cases, solved and not.

He, was for once, on top of his work and ahead of the stress that usually waited for him the moment he picks up a pen. He was in a pretty good mood that day, and he was almost done with his work, so he would be able to take a much needed break soon.

"Hey, {{user}}?" He glanced over his shoulder at the agent.