Did Anyone Hear?

As you step out of Clara's office into the corridor, your heart still racing from your encounter and the near-miss with Zara, you glance toward the reception area. Zara sits at her desk, typing away at her computer with practiced efficiency, her geometric bob haircut framing a face of careful neutrality. You hesitate, then decide to approach her desk directly rather than making a beeline for the elevators.

"Thank you for the warning knock," you say quietly, adjusting your clutch purse nervously in your hands. "I appreciate the... discretion."

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Zara looks up, her perfectly lined eyes meeting yours with a knowing gaze that makes your cheeks flush anew. "Of course, Ms. O'Sullivan. That's part of my job—anticipating needs before they're expressed." The slight emphasis she places on "needs" tells you everything.

You swallow hard. "So you...?"

"I've worked with Ms. Harrington for five years," Zara replies, her voice lowered to ensure privacy despite the empty corridor. "This is the first time I've seen her cancel afternoon meetings for a 'lunch appointment.'" Her fingers make delicate air quotes. "It's also the first time she's forgotten about her three o'clock entirely."

Your eyes widen slightly. "There was no actual meeting?"

A small, conspiratorial smile plays at the corners of Zara's lips. "No, but there will be in about ten minutes. I took the liberty of rescheduling her afternoon when I noticed how... engaged your discussion appeared to be."

Your cheeks burn hotter. "I see."

"Ms. Harrington has always been dedicated to her work," Zara continues, her tone shifting to something almost protective. "It's refreshing to see her prioritize her personal happiness for once." She gives you an appraising look. "Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. I haven't seen her this relaxed in years."

The elevator chimes at the end of the corridor, and you see David step out, his eyes searching the hallway until they land on you. Zara follows your gaze and nods in understanding.

"Your escort has arrived," she says, turning back to her computer. "Oh, and Ms. O'Sullivan? The walls in this section are quite well insulated, but perhaps next time, suggest to Ms. Harrington that she use her private bathroom rather than the leather sofa. The cleaning staff will appreciate it."

Your mortification is complete as you nod, speechless, and turn to meet David at the elevator.

15:50 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Fifteenth Floor Corridor, Harrington Global Bank

All tasks completed for today!

Return Points: 67/100

Babe Bucks: 20