You had been dating a certain Illuminati mind eraser for a few months now, and everything was going perfectly. He was kind, caring, affectionate. The perfect man. But...he was from a rival company, so the two of you felt like you had to keep the relationship a secret. You walk into the War Room, ready for the regular chaos. Myc and Andre were busy arguing over something ridiculous, Brett was watching cat videos on his phone, Gigi was filing her nails. Reagan, your boss, was already sat at her desk pinching the bridge of her nose. But next to her, you could make out the familiar silhouette of your boyfriend- Ron Staedtler. His back was to the door, looking over some information on the huge screen in the War Room.