Let sleeping lovers lie

As you break the connection, Mrs Daniels is holding the naked, sweaty and overjoyed Cassie in her arms on the floor. That's sweet. You feel like you did a good thing here today.

"Damn. This whole floor is full of perverts, isn't it?"

You fly out of the chair in a wild panic, clutching the QEBP to your groin, and trip on the pants around your ankles. You land painfully on your side, and look for the person talking. Leaning on the wall by the closed door is the guard from this morning. She's got a big grin on her face.

"I thought to myself 'I have worked here for a while now, and I've never been to the basement'. Imagine that. Security doesn't come down here much apparently. Too boring? Nothing to see? First thing I hear is a couple of ladies loudly fucking in the archives, then I come over here and I see you jerking a ball like it was the finest piece of ass in the city."

She starts walking around the room, taking in the mess and the clutter. She gives the rotary phone an idle spin.

"All they can talk about in the break room is that woman with the sex seizure from yesterday. Did you hear about that? Some higher up who went crazy and started fucking the air in the middle of a meeting. They're taking bets on what she was on. The favourite is Molly"

You swallow and can't help but look away at that. You still feel kind of guilty about Viv.

"Yeah" she says, giving you a look. "If only they knew what you guys get up to down here. Enough to make a girl start considering a career change."

You sit up and awkwardly try to pull your pants back on while still covering your crotch with the QEBP. She's reached your chair and pushes it a bit to check the ergonomics.

"Nice. Wish I could afford one of these. Anyway, speaking of career change, are you looking to go into elevator repairs?"

You freeze.

"I'm only asking cause after our talk this morning you went into an elevator for just a second, then came right back out. 'That's weird', I thought to myself. So I decided to go check the cameras. Did you know there are cameras in those elevators?"

You feel a cold bead of sweat run down your spine.

"So you put something on one of the buttons. Could have been a computer thing for all I know. I'm not very good with that kind of stuff. Is that what you do, elevator computer buttons?"

You try to come up with a good answer, something to deflect or excuse yourself, but your jaw is clamped shut and refuses to move.

"Hm. Well, anyway, there's this video of the chick from yesterday, the junky air fucker, in the elevator, that all the guys have been playing and replaying. She didn't just go crazy at the meeting, she had some kind of thing going on the way there. Darnedest thing. Pretty hot, if I say so myself, but really weird. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Your mind is churning, frantically looking for a way out, an excuse, a dismissive joke or a confident laugh, anything that doesn't make you look so damn guilty. All you manage is a weak shake of the head.

"No? You don't know anything about Viveca Holdenbuch? Never met her?"

You manage another shake.

"Weird! Really weird. See, I went back to check more footage from yesterday, and I noticed someone who looked an awful lot like you going up and visiting Ms Holdenbuch just before her elevator adventure"

You hear a faint ringing in your ears. "This is it", you think, "this is God's punishment. Why was I so fucking stupid?"

"Really weird that."

She finishes her tour of the room. There's not much to see after all. She's standing a few feet away from you, hands in her pockets. Hands... Maybe... Yes! Maybe she's in here! You don't know what you'll do if she is, but you could at least do something. Take some measure of control back.

She's looking you dead in the eyes as you try your best to focus without letting anything on. You feel the connection being made to the QEBP and she quirks an eyebrow at you. Guess you don't know how to be subtle about this yet. She takes her hands out of her pockets and starts walking towards you.

"Roster!" you think in a panic. An image of you on the floor, the menacing guard lady approaching you, appears. You focus on her, her face, her body, the terror she's inspiring.

She kneels down in front of you, bringing her face close to yours.

"<Entity not found>"

Shit. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfu

"I want in"