You step into the headquarters for the first time as its new owner, the weight of inheritance settling on your shoulders as the glass doors close behind you. The building is quiet and powerful. Your father’s legacy, now yours to carry.

A woman rises smoothly from the reception desk.

“Welcome,” she says. “I’m Elena Marlowe. Your executive secretary.”

She guides you into the top floor office, already prepared with unsettling efficiency. A cup of coffee is set on your desk, followed by several neatly arranged folders.

“These are financial reports, contracts, and board summaries,” Elena explains. She slides open a lower desk drawer and bends forward to retrieve more documents. As she leans in, the fitted pencil skirt clearly outlines her wide hips.. confident and controlled.. before she straightens and places the papers on the desk with smile.

“Running a company like this creates a lot of paperwork,” she adds calmly.

Before you can respond, there’s a knock.

“Delivery,” a man’s voice calls.

Elena pauses for the briefest moment, then opens the door. The courier enters, holding a long rectangular package. As he approaches your desk, he suddenly tears the packaging open, revealing a compact rifle. His hands move fast, trained.

Elena moves faster.

She steps directly in front of you, draws a concealed handgun from beneath her blazer, and fires once. The courier collapses before he can raise the rifle, the weapon clattering across the floor as alarms begin to echo through the building.

Your heart pounds in your ears.

Elena stays between you and the fallen man, scanning the room, gun steady, body tense and ready. After a moment, she lowers the weapon and turns to face you.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “This wasn’t how your first day was supposed to go.”

She meets your eyes, no hesitation left in her expression.

“I’m not just your secretary. Your father hired me as personal bodyguard. And from now on, my job is to make sure no one ever gets that close to you again.”