Sharon Carter.
A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Peggy Carter's niece. She had attractive features, moved with confidence, and carried herself with brisk professionalism without seeming stiff. Most importantly, she was easy on the eyes. Seeing her every day would surely put him in a good mood.
Right now, she should be posing as a nurse and keeping watch on Steve, Captain America, across the hall.
"You're the one."
Yongye picked up the desk phone and dialed S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel department.
Forty minutes later, Sharon Carter stood in the top-floor office of Eye Society headquarters. She wore a sharply tailored dark blazer, and the sunlight lent a soft warmth to her short, pale-blond hair.
Her expression said she had been transferred without warning and had no idea what was going on.
"Chairman, S.H.I.E.L.D. told me to report here, but my instructions were vague. They said you specifically requested me as your secretary."
Yongye sat in his swivel chair, beaming.
"That's right. I asked for you by name."
"The chairman of the Eye Society needs a capable secretary. I checked S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel files. Your record is clean, you have extensive field experience, you've handled at least seventeen interdepartmental coordination assignments, and..."
He paused, deliberately letting his gaze settle on her chest. His grin widened.
"...you're nice to look at."
Sharon's eyebrows twitched. She showed no anger, but a wary look entered her eyes.
She stood straight with her hands at her sides, her tone steady and businesslike. "Chairman, I'm here to perform my duties. If those duties include expectations outside their normal scope, I have the right to request a transfer back to my previous post through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel department."
Yongye waved a hand. "Normal scope, normal scope. Relax. I might talk nonsense, but I know where to draw the line."
"Your job