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.
