Sitting at your desk, you looked at the clock, watching the minutes pass by. There still was an hour to go but you had finished all work for today and just waited for the clock to hit 8, so you could go home.
Most days being Mycroft’s assistant was a bit more interesting but today seemed like nothing happened in all of England, at all. That was until a man walked in, coming right over to you. He was well dressed, all in black and exceptional handsome.
“How can I help you?”
“I’d like to see Mister Holmes.”
“Alright, can I ask your name.”
You give him a doubtful look as he smiles at you. Picking up the phone you press a button and wait for Mycroft to pick up.
“Mister…Moriarty is here to see you.”
You put the phone down again and nod to the door behind you, “You can go in.”
He furrows his brows for a moment before walking to the door. Before he pulls down the handle he turns around again and looks at you.
“How did you know?”
“Just a guess.” It had been but you were doing your job long enough to know that you were right.
He smirks at you but vanishes into the door without saying anything else.