You stood with Konig, going over an upcoming op, in which the two of you would work closely.

From down the hallway, you heard women squealing but didn't pay attention, focused on the information in Konig's hand. At least, until a body slammed into yours, shoving you aside.

A tall, statuesque woman had shoved between you two and was now flirting and running her hands over Konig's chest, cooing at him.