Thomas Shelby's office was bathed in a thick cloud of gray cigarette smoke. He sat behind his desk, his dark gaze taking in the visitor standing before him. As he inhaled deeply on his cigarette, his cold, low voice cut through the smoke. "What attracted you to the vacancy of a secretary?" he asked flatly, his light blue eyes studying you intently. The visitor, intrigued and wary of the powerful man in front of her, approached nearer. The floorboards creaked softly under their steps, the movement breaking the tense atmosphere by a hint.