No, a baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do!

With a cautious stride you made your way towards the end of the corridor noting how fucking echo-y this place was.

Seriously Bee’s heels would have a field day here.

At the end of the hallway was yet another water feature. A simple waterfall wall.

Wait is that.

Arching forward you spotted the same flying owl emblem from the lobby hidden just behind the flowing water.

Company logo?

“I don’t give a fuck who she has a meeting with! I told her last night I needed to talk with her!”

Hearing the booming voice echo through the corridor you dropped to your knees fearing a pending air strike or tactical nuke.

“You tell her I was here. I’m not letting this go! Urgh I’m already fucking late. Make sure she knows I was here! Arg, wasted my whole morning on this crap.”

The yelling was followed up by a thunderous crash and the stomp of boots. Standing up, you attempted to get a peek at the mystery screamer.

A grave mistake.

Inches from you was a familiar face, an angry…but familiar face. Actually I don’t think you’ve seen her not angry yet.

Recoiling, you feared a reprisal similar in caliber to yesterdays. However this time she wasted no slap on you. Studying your face for a fleeting moment, Liz scowled.

“You again. Ugh Move!”

Stepping aside, you let the Goth ice queen past without nary a second glance.

Even your dumbass knew than to try and sneak a peek at this Goth girl’s butt.

Shaking your head, you pushed past the sour encounter and returned to your primary objective.

“Hello?” You inquired to the empty desk in front of you.

“Be with you in just a second.” You heard a muffled voice answer.

Craning your neck you spotted a shapely derriere in a navy skirt poking out from under the desk.

This butt you had no qualms about ogling.

Standing back you admired the view for a minute, or two, or three…

Until the woman emerged from under the desk.

Fuck me.

“Renee?”

“Joseph. I didn’t expect you until this afternoon.”

May I?

Go ahead, I feel the situation facilitates it.

Fucking Fuckity FUCK!

Jaw dangling you watched Renee sit down and causally begin to type.

“Let me just finish up here and then I’ll grab Eva for you.”

At this point you should just start a new life as a PS4 considering how much you get played.

“Last night?” You asked still shaken up.

Renee glanced up from the computer screen

“Oh yes, did you win the bet?”

You should shut your mouth, you’ll catch flies.

Then yet another familiar voice rang out

“Joseph!”

With ten seconds left on your stunned de-buff you barely reacted while Eva locked her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Come along, we have much to discuss.”

You started to protest but Eva’s finger met your lips.

“I promise to answer all your questions roo-roo. But first I have to get a few matters sorted. We really weren’t expecting you till this afternoon so some adjustments must be made.”

Victory I guess? I don’t know anymore.

“Renee if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course ma’am. Joseph your phone please.”

You weren’t really surprised given the supposed nature of Eva’s work. Handing your phone over to Renee, she disappeared leaving you and Eva alone in the office.

Moving to her mahogany desk, Eva’s fingers skirted the edge of the wood before perching herself up on one of the corners.

“Please sit Joseph.”

You obeyed taking a seat in one of the upholstered burgundy leather armchairs in front of Eva’s desk. In contrast to the lobby and the outside corridor her office felt less grand and instead much cozier. Opulent, yes but not overwhelmingly so unlike the lobby’s vast expanse of granite or the hall of echoes. Thick, heavy velvet curtains with hefty gold ropes concealed all daylight. Dark, green walls and rich, brown swaths of wood invoked memories of being in deep in the forest. Sections of the parquet floor were concealed by antique, floral rugs. Much of the décor seemed antique or at least very convincing reproductions. In fact if it wasn’t for the laptop and VoIP phone on the desk you could easily imagine yourself in a Victorian Egyptologist’s office rather than a glass and steel monolith of the modern age.

Seeming to sense your fascination with her space. Eva broke the silence.

“Well what does your artistic eye thing of my humble dungeon?”

“A theme for sure, I’m not much of a Victorian but without a doubt it has its own charms.”

Eva groaned.

“You kids kill me, all obsessed with modern minimalism. Not one of you enjoy the intricate details of the old world.”

“Ok, boomer.”

Both you and Eva burst into wild laughter.

As the moment died down you were left grinning

“It is a very nice office Eva.”

“See was that so hard millennial”

Eva joked.