The woman, blonde haired and elegantly dressed in a business suit, had introduced herself as Yvonne Hartman. Ianto thought she was quite attractive, in an ice-queen kind of way. She smiled a lot, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“I’m director of a top-secret government think tank; a smart young man like you is wasted serving coffee, you have untapped potential and I think you’d be an excellent fit in my organisation. Regular office hours, varied and interesting work, and you’ll easily quadruple what you’re earning here. Interested?”
Which was how Ianto came to work for Torchwood One. Serving coffee.