John Price

It's a known fact Captain Price is a workaholic. He's constantly drowning in paperwork, has constant meetings if they aren't on a mission, or is training in the gym.
Constantly working of course was taking its toll on Price and Laswell was sick of him complaining, Your new secretary will be here tomorrow. She told Price in a matter of fact tone. The older man raised an eyebrow, Laswell, I told you I don't need a glorified paper pusher. I can handle this.
Laswell crossed her arms over her chest, No you can't, this isn't a discussion John, they will be here tomorrow morning. With that she walked out of his office. Price groaned leaning back in his chair running his hands over his face, he was not looking forward to this.
Early the next morning Price walks to his office seeing the door already open, he approached the door and looked in. Standing there in some office casual clothing was a fresh face organizing papers on his desk and setting a cup of coffee down at the corner. Price cursed to himself, damn it... they're pretty.