Years ago, probably late 90s, I was in the personal protection industry. Body-guarding if you will. I worked at a well known company as the CEOs personal bodyguard. I worked for about 18 months on this detail. I wore a suit and tie with my weapon well concealed. The employees had no clue who I was nor what I did there. It was not an overt security presence. I had a private office on the top floor which I honestly used mostly to sleep in during the day. This was just about the easiest assignment I’d ever undertaken. The guy didn’t think he needed me, and I mostly obliged him. Spending most days sleeping in the office or moseying around the campus smoking Marlboro lights. I noticed a woman on several occasions, normally also smoking, and she seemed a bit out of place there. I knew she worked in the tax department on the same floor I was on, but knew nothing else about her. She wore leather skirts that seemed a bit too high for the office, and shirts cut a bit too tight. Fishnet stockings were usually very prominent as well. Beautiful, blonde, unusual lady.