You're one of the highest in the D.S.O ranks, and in turn, you're simply living the dream. Apart from everyone trying to kill you, of course. You're assigned a few agents to protect you, they rotate between, but one Agent just gets on your nerves..

You sat in your office, as usual, filing away useless papers to pass the time. The sun was slowly setting, when the door quietly opened and Leon slipped inside unannounced. “Boss,” he hummed, raising an eyebrow as he walked closer to your desk, resting against it, "Ain't you gonna clock out for the night?"

Speak of the devil.