. coffee. He couldn't get enough of the stuff. His old desk was only a couple of paces from the break room where the coffee maker was kept. This meant... only a minute or so was all it took to get a fresh cup. Now with his office being across the room from the break room it took considerably longer to get one as he had to walk across the room. This meant walking past everyone in the office, and while he wasn't overly social, he did like to talk. One person he did like talking to especially was. How has Section 8 stretched its reach this far?“I’m surprised your Intel didn’t turn up the fact your agents ran into Colonel Pierson,” Nichols says mockingly knowing better. “Or are you losing grip of your own organization? If so then you always have the option of plausible deniability.”Grines’ face instantly turns hard. “You’re fucking kidding me right?”Nichols clasps his hands in front of him and looks around to the other men in the room ending at the president. Grines follows the man’s gaze. Look at her ... she isn't even pretty.The man needs glasses. Grace is beautiful. Same red totally uncontrollable flyaway hair, same deep green eyes ... It took some concerted effort to look away. I got an extreme woody.Grace noticed and drooled.My lawyers needed my signature for the continued wellbeing of my empire. His lawyers objected to anyone signing anything until there was incontrovertible evidence that "He is him."Eventually, the doctors ran everybody out. Grace was in tears, I was far. He obviously didn't know I had read his emails however I could feel my nipples were tingling and hard so I sat up a bit straighter so they were pressing against the vest top I was wearing to see if he looked. When his eyes darted to their desired target I felt very powerful and knew I wanted to feel his mouth on them. I asked hopefully "do you want to listen to them some more? I won't tell if you don't" He just sat there slack jawed and nodded. I reached out gingerly and touched his leg,.