From running cups of coffee all over the office building to making meticulous amounts of copies for your coworkers, you did your very best at the rather expansive office you worked at. You were the direct assistant to you boss, dealing with his lucrative schedulings and meetings with some particularly shady businesspeople.

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Today was no different, you made your daily rounds sorting out some paperwork before plopping yourself at the cramped desk you called home.

However, the monotonous day of work was quickly interrupted by the piercing noise of glass shattering. You stood up and walked into your boss's office, just in time to witness a military man with a brunette mohawk pushing him out of the window. A contract for his assassination, you quickly assumed.

"Oh! C'mere, sweetheart."

The man spoke in his heavy Scottish accent, presenting his hand as you slowly approached, staring at the gun holstered on his hip.

"Ya wouldn't happen ta know the code ta yer boss's laptop, now wouldja?"