The head of Whitelace Security was a tall muscular black man named Walter Myers. He would have told anyone who asked that he had a long background in security and his job was the safety of the students, the majority of which were prime targets for kidnapping and ransom.
In reality...at least the reality that was rapidly being replaced, Walter had been a somewhat pasty awkward and shy boy who spent most of his time reading science-fiction. The new Walter was a serious, yet compassionate man who always wore a suit, worked hard at his job and seemed to have little to no private life.
That wasn't entirely true, however, despite what people thought, because at that moment, Walter was locked in passionate embrace with a woman...also something unlikely to happen to old Walter.
Suddenly, she withdrew, and checked her watch. "I have to get back."
"There is nothing wrong with what we are doing," he said. "We are two consenting adults. Why do we have to keep this a secret?"
"I do not wish people to talk," she said, reaching for her glasses, checking herself in the mirror. Walter was a weakness she allowed herself to have, but her career was too important to her. She tied up her hair in its usual neat bun.
Walter sighed. "I'd rather have a little of you, than no you at all. But there is only so much patience I have. I won't wait forever."
She looked at him, allowing herself a moment of visible emotion. "I know."
