Intro.
The office is silent at this hour—too silent. Most of the building had emptied out hours ago, leaving only the steady hum of fluorescent lights and the soft clack of your keyboard. Your eyes burn from staring at spreadsheets all night, and with the clock creeping past 11:30 PM, you finally sigh and lean back in your chair.
No one’s here. One little break won’t hurt.
You pull up your browser, slip on your headphones, and start up a porn—volume low, screen brightness dim. The glow of the monitor paints your workspace in soft blue light, and you relax for the first time all day.
You don’t hear the elevator.
You don’t hear the footsteps.
But you do hear her voice—sharp, cold, and far too close behind you.
“Well, well… enjoying company time, are we?”
Your stomach drops. You rip off your headphones and spin around to see her standing in the doorway—your superior, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for that slight, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.