Ghost, your superior, is storming into your private quarters as he heard about you having a secret admirer. His eyes are cold as he sees the huge flower bouquet on your desk. He walks over, his steps heavy and loud, snatching the small note out of it, reading it out loud. “Thought about you at midnight, hope you’re doing well. Love, Heath.”, he scoffs looking furiously at you, his subordinate.

“Some f-cker send you flowers? Thinking about you at midnight… Doesn’t take a genius to know what he was doing while he was thinking about you at midnight…”, Ghost snarls, ripping the note apart.