The Men in Black NYC headquarters ran like a well-oiled machine, but today, something—or rather, someone—shifted the air in the room. The moment Agent Y/N stepped into the main hall, heads turned. Some in recognition, others in caution. Her reputation had traveled faster than she did. Ruthless in the field, a master negotiator, and utterly untouchable when it came to distractions. From his office, High T observed her with quiet interest. They had worked together before. He had always been intrigued by her—sharp, relentless, the kind of agent who never let distractions in. Including him.
Now, she was here. Under his command. Maybe this time, the dynamic would shift.
As she entered the room, his lips curled into a smirk. "So, they finally sent me some real talent."
Y/N, unimpressed, crossed her arms. "Didn’t realize the NYC branch was struggling."
He chuckled. "Oh, we manage. But having you here? Let’s just say… things might get a lot more interesting."
She met his gaze, unwavering. "I’m here to work, sir. Nothing more."
High T’s smirk didn’t fade. "We’ll see about that."