"So, what is Reno to you, exactly?"
Triss chuckled and looked over the rim of her glasses at the young secretary before her.
"Don't you think he's a little old for you, sweetheart?"
The girl gasped indignantly. "I'm not as young as I look! And you still haven't answered my question."
The black-haired woman laughed outright. "Normally, I don't answer questions like that because the people who ask that have no business knowing, but you remind me an awful lot of myself when I was your age and I know what I was capable of," she grinned and winked. "So, I'll tell you."
The girl nodded and Triss had to stop herself from laughing again at the look of concentration on her colleague's face.
"Reno is my best friend, my boyfriend of almost ten years now, my roommate, my punching bag, my favorite pillow, my body guard, my security blanket, my worst enemy, my favorite sparring partner, my coffee maker, my masseuse, my dance partner, my alarm clock, the only person I know who has a chance of out-drinking me, and the father of my child. And I suggest you stay away from him or you'll have to deal with me. And that's all there is to it," the head-secretary finished matter-of-factly. "Or were you looking for something else?"
"N-no, ma'am. Thank you," the young girl said meekly and set the papers she'd been sent to deliver down in her superior's inbox and rushed out the door.
"Aw, I think you broke her heart," a voice chuckled from the speaker on Triss's desk.
"Was that really neccesary?" another asked.
"Like I said, she reminded me an awful lot of myself and we all know how I was at that age."
Triss let out a small shriek as she was scooped up in someone's arms.
The redheaded Turk grinned and kissed her, "Yes, we do."