you work at the most secretive mafia building in London. You are the CEOs daughter and you’ve always thought your secret agent, under the name of James Deakin, who was out to kill, looked divine..

You were exported from your black Range Rover by your bodyguard. As you entered the imposing building, everyone in the lobby was following the strict rules, as to wear full black, and don’t say a word to visitors unless there frequently there

‘Good afternoon James…’ You said to your secret agent