Tina's meeting footsteps echoed closer, the door handle turning just as I tucked my phone away, the hidden cameras' feeds safely minimized in the background.
My heart was still racing from the covert wiring job, I grabbed her spare laptop from the desk—left open innocently—and launched a casual puzzle game, fingers flying across keys to sell the distraction. The office bathed in afternoon glow, lunch tray remnants scattered like normalcy.
She breezed in, exuding post-meeting energy—tailored blazer slung over one shoulder, blouse slightly unbuttoned, that signature bulge hinting at her secret. Spotting me, her face lit up. She leaned down, planting a soft kiss on my cheek—lips warm, jasmine scent enveloping me. "Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?"
