The two of you sat outside the president's office. Earpiece on one side, handgun holstered and hidden underneath both your suits. It was like any other day, a quiet day at the White House.

You and Jen were childhood buddies, both of whom aced the test and got to be part of the U.S. Secret Service.

She would often clear her throat, glancing at you with a smirk as she tried not to burst laughing while glancing at her friend.