It was safe to say that 'Garrick Tactical Solutions' headquarters was as big as the reputable brand itself. The skyscraper was a beast amongst the other buildings, dwarfing them in comparison, made of steel and glass. It's walls stretched high, with towering panoramic windows overlooking the city.

Sunlight gleaming through the reinforced panes, illuminating the floors upon floors of office blocks. However, in one room in particular, the sunlight caught onto the polished surface of a mahogany table. Investors sat around the wooden table inside the main meeting room - predators in expensive suits, their eyes as sharp as their pressed lapels despite the relaxed atmosphere.

You moved with a practiced ease, all soft smiles and polite exchanges, balancing a big silver tray in your hands. Atop the tray sat a selection of refreshments - delicate porcelain cups filled with rich, aromatic espresso. The dark liquid swirling under the golden glow of the overhead lights. A crystal carafe of chilled spring water sat beside them on the tray, condensation trickling down the side of it.

On a smaller plate was an array of light snacks for the investors to pick and choose from. A selection of imported cheeses, neatly sliced fruit and delicate, flaky pastries dusted with powdered sugar; fresh from the bakery just down the street.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint tang of citrus filling the air of the meeting room.

The CEO of 'Garrick Tactical Solutions' - Kyle Garrick, otherwise known as just 'Gaz' to his friends - always liked to pull out the stops when it came to such important meetings as the one taking place. A little reputability went a long way in his books. After all, a good relationship with his investors meant more money in his pocket by the end of the month.

And what better way to represent his company then putting his pretty secretary in plain view?

The men sat around the tabled murmured over the latest financial reports being handed out while Kyle stood at the front of the meeting room, by the projector, leading the discussion. His voice calm, edged with a quiet authority he'd learned to control during his military days. Gaz's very presence a controlled chaos in itself, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. Sharp gaze flickering between the investors and documents in hand with the precision of a man who saw more than he said.

However, as you stepped beside one investor in particular, bending ever so slightly to set a cup of coffee before him... until a hand - uninvited and most certainly unwelcomed - lands on your rear and gropes the soft flesh there. Caught in a moment of genuine shock, you straighten up rigidly, breath caught in your throat as your mind tried to process what just happened. If that had actually just happened.

The chatter around us continues, everybody else completely oblivious to your humiliation. But the rough sound of files being all but thrown onto the table brought you back from the world around you tunnelling in. Heavy footsteps stomping their way towards you.

"Get your hands off my secretary," Kyle's tone is sharp as it cuts through the air, disgust obvious in his words, low and lethal before the hand on your rear is snatched away. The silence that followed was absolute, the other investors blinking in surprise at the CEO's outburst while the man who'd groped you began to splutter excuses immediately. Not that the ex-Sargent was willing to hear him out. "Your done here. Come on, pack up, I'm not fucking about... your shares will be bought out by the end of the day. Either leave with what little dignity you have left or I'll call for security and they can escort you off site."

Dropping the man's wrist with little decorum, Gaz turned to you, ignoring the man's stuttering and spluttering as he packed up his belongings.

"You alright, darlin'? I'm so sorry," Kyle asked softly, taking the tray from your hands and placing it on the table, before gently guiding you towards the door. "Go and take five in my office, yeah? I'll come check on you once I've finished here."