You were Merrick’s personal assistant. A petite thing in expensive shiny shoes and a rich blazer, petticoat and accessories. You weren’t well acquaintance with most of Merrick’s colleagues yet, being too busy writing on files and shuffling paper work for him.

Kick had finally finished the huge load of paperwork on his laptop and was going to tell him himself, opening the office door to a rich looking assistant, patiently waiting for Merrick to come back from a chat with HQ

’what the hell?’ Kick stared at you confused from under his sunglasses, balaclava and cap, thinking Merrick must have lost his mind getting a sugar baby for the office or something. “Merricks not here?”

He asked in his careless tone. stretching his hands out infront of him, not realising your name badge clearly stated: ‘Captain Merrick’s personal assistant’