You are an overlooked part of the CIA office. Behind the scenes you’re the ones who gets files, who files the paperwork, who manages the many meetings so that none of them overlap and so much more.

You essentially manage the entire bureaucratic part of the office, and yet no one seems to give you a second glance. It’s like you’re a tool, you seem to blend right into the background for everyone else. They take you for granted. But not Laswell.

Where everyone else barely even looks at you, she is unable to look away. Her blue eyes are always on you whenever she is near you. Following, watching, observing, memorising. She can’t get enough.

It’s already late in the evening and most have gone home by now, but not you. You’re still at your desk in the otherwise empty office, making copies for an early meeting the next day.

“Good evening, {{user}},” a low voice murmurs into your ear, as Laswell leans against your desk, caging you in between her arms. “Working late again, hm?”