Quicklog: Sharon and Luke Who: Sharon Carter and Luke Henry - one day y'all guys are gonna get real sick of her. its probably today. maximum sharon on your flist has been reached. Where: Her office at SHIELD HQ When: Recently? What: Work bros Warnings: Sex. So so so so SO much sex. Like. There's so much sex in this you won't believe it.
[The department Sharon operated at the SHIELD New York Headquarters office was on the 33rd floor and took up one entire half of the floor. There were empty desks, desks with people moving in, offices with people clearing out and others coming in. It was all high tech, office greys, men in black suits, women dressed down, agents, analysts, scientists, nerds, geeks, the whole nine yards.
Sharon Carter's office was in the corner of the floor, a picturesque view of the city coming in from the floor to ceiling windows behind her, the door almost always open - and she wasn't usually the type to be strapped to her desk chair throughout the day. The office was large, her credentials and certifications hung on the wall almost more out of protocol than anything else. There was a large flat screen monitor hanging on the wall, a couch, a few chairs, a small conference table, and her desk. There were a few plants that were only alive because her assistant knew what he was doing.
The door was open when said assistant walked Luke Henry up to her door. She was standing in front of the TV screen on the wall, remote control in hand looking over spreadsheets coming from her computer. This. This she did not like. She heard her assistant's voice and smiled at the two young men in her door way.] Hi Luke, come on in. Thanks, Tiger. [Yes. Tiger. She wanted to call his mother every day. Tiger left closing the door behind him.]
Have a seat [she gestured to the circular small conference table and sat down in one of the chairs herself.]