Sometimes you just get lucky!

So....you work in espionage. One of those ultra secret agency organisations that governments love to have and love to deny exist. Where impossibly beautiful agents live wonderfully exciting lives all on the company account. Jetting off to some new adventure where, clad usually in something as sexy as it is laughably impractical, they play their games against opposite numbers. Sounds perfect....

Except you aren't one of them. You're the mousy little prim librarian geek they've got working in one of their grim little office 'fronts'. You don't live the jetset life...no, you take the commuter run to the office and push paper...filing their expenses, typing reports, filing....the endless filing.

But the pay's good and you get all the overtime you want and so one night, late friday when all those with lives to go to have long since vanished for home, you are left alone to slog through Agent XXX's expenses claim form over all the exotic cocktails and treats she just HAD to subject herself to in order to get undercover into the evil organisati.....bitch.

Then you hear it...someone's sneaking through what they assume is the abandoned office. To be fair it is 11.30pm. You get a glimpse and see the catsuited enemy agent sneaking about on her neferious work. Your first thought is to flee or hide but she comes closer, accessing a computer and downloading all the secret files she wants.

Of course the arrogant bitch doesn't even see you until she's finished. Amused at you quaking in your hiding place and laughing at your attempts to defend your employers precious files...except somehow...you don't even know how you get the drop on her....

She awakens, tightly bound and looks at you. One of her evil agency's top agent and hitwoman, defeated by some lowly little office drone and now utterly helpless.

"How the hell....?"
"Sometimes you just get lucky"

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