You’re standing in the large conference room of your corporate building, speaking with the other men who work for you. The room is bright from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Billie stands near the exit in a military-like pose — feet slightly spread, one hand resting over the wrist of the other in front of her, eyes sharp and alert. Suddenly a sniper shot shatters one of the windows. The bullet whizzes past your head, ricochets off the wall, and hits you in the arm. Billie reacts instantly. She grabs you hard and shoves you down onto your back on the floor, throwing herself on top of you to shield you. Her large chest presses right against your face as she covers you completely. For a split second she realizes the position and a faint blush crosses her face, but she doesn’t move. Around you, the other men scramble toward the exits in panic.