At nine A.M., I arrived at the office and made myself two cups of coffee. I sat down at my desk in time to see my boss come striding down the corridor. He was on his cellphone, arguing with his wife again. I held out a cup of coffee, and like a marathon runner, he took it from me without even a pause. I then smiled as I watched him enter his office and close the door behind him. This had become our morning routine.

Lead agent William Cooper was now a legend. Ever since the "Cynthia fiasco", he had made himself top dog of the CIA. I honestly don't know why I was hired on as his secretary. Rumor had it that Cooper was scared that a certain R.E.D. Operative group would come bursting back onto the scene looking for a refresher in combat training. I for one didn't really buy it. Cooper was not coward, but he had become somewhat paranoid. For example, I was only the secretary in the building allowed to carry a gun. I was also given a little combat training by a man named Gordesky.

Don't get me wrong: I loved my job. I was just confused as to why I had actually gotten it.

"Miss Robinson?"

I looked up and audibly held my breath.

Cooper was standing before me, casually resting his hands on my desk.

I always reacted this way. It's a wonder the man didn't think I was mentally retarded. I couldn't help it, the man was just so beautiful!

I had to force myself to start breathing again, wondering if he could hear my heart pounding out of my chest.

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm going out for a while. Forward any incoming calls to my cell."

"Absolutely!"

"Thank you."

"You're more than welcome, Mr. Cooper."

His lips upturned into a slight smile, and then he was gone.

I leaned back in my seat and tried to calm down. All I could think about, however, was leaping over my desk, tackling my boss, and ripping his clothes off with my teeth.

Sighing, I looked over at the clock. Only an hour had passed. This was going to be a very long day.