As soon as the dark haired man settled himself into his office chair, he started contacting his puppet companies. His Lady, as he had taken to calling her, had emailed him her resume, mostly as a formality, but it would certainly help narrow down where she could be best utilized. At least, that had been the plan in the beginning. That is, until he’d realized just how rare she was. But now, now he wanted this young woman close. No cover company would allow that, regardless of her being overqualified for any position therein.

What company would have any use for such a diverse individual? Well, his Firm, for one. Jim heaved a sigh as he glanced around the room for inspiration. Relatively neat piles of reports were stacked near a filing cabinet, his laptop with it’s blinking mail icon, and the messages filling up his voice mail. Seb was far less useful in the office than out in the field. Speak of the devil, that was his knock on the door. The tall blonde pushed the door in roughly, self-satisfied smirk firmly in place. Mission success, then. They exchanged nods, and Moran crossed the office to add his report to the latest pile.

“Y’know, you should think about getting an assistant, or something, Jim. This is getting rather out of hand.”

An assistant? Oh, that would work. The mad grin on his face earned him a sigh from the blonde.

“Alright, boss, I’ll bite. What insane plot do you have in mind today?”

“We’re going to outsource it to America.”

“You’re bringing in a bloody Yank?!”