Your idea of working for MiB wasn't a secretary, per se, but juggling field work and administration for your boss, the famed (and feared) Agent O, put you in the best of both worlds. You couldn't be more pleased by your position.

Holding a neat stack of mission reports, you make your way up to her office, which you brush over the drawn blinds, you'd be more concerned if they were open.

You knock lightly on the door, hearing a low groan from the other side, followed by a quiet - "Come in."