Ned has to listen to the lecture.

It wasn't long before Ned and Zoe were waiting for a change of posts, Ned was lucky that the previous guard had been replaced by a lazy coworker who just sat there flipping through a magazine. Ned took advantage of this and led Zoe to the elevator where she went up to the office. There Zoe had to hand the lunch bag to her husband.

They walked down the hallway. Ned instead of leading Zoe behind and pointing in her direction, he did so with the intention of walking within inches of her lush ass, which shook with every step like 2 jelly cakes. At each turn Zoe stopped to wait for the next clue from Ned and before each "Left", "Right", "Straight" he took advantage of the fact that she had stopped to smack his pug face right into her gigantic buttocks, leaving a wet stain on her tight tights, which inexplicably did not tear from the strain on this bimbo's figure. It was quite convenient that his puny stature allowed his face to be right in line with her basketball-sized buttocks.

Ten jiggle butt crashes later they met Nick, the HR of the company, who had called in a specialist to lecture the snot-nosed moron who was bothering the office. Ned almost fainted when he saw him, he was afraid that his ridiculous deception would be exposed and he would be fired.

Nick said in a disgruntled voice, "Oh, there you are, Ned. Why aren't you at your workplace, ah? And who's that next to you? Miss, what is your reason for being here?", Nick asked question after question. Ned like the last coward was about to confess and accept his fate as an unemployed moron. But then Zoe intervened.

Zoe: "Hello, I'm here to give a lecture on sexual harassment in the workplace! But why are you talking to this Mister like that? Maybe you should listen to a couple lectures on chain of command", Zoe began to defend the snotty moron who had left her wet prints on her yoga pants a few moments ago. Her assertiveness surprised Nick, and despite the nonsense of her claims, he didn't argue with her. It seemed to him that she was a professional and that she was following some kind of methodology.

Nick: "Oh, I apologize. Since you came early, you can start the lecture now. We have a conference room over there," Nick pointed his finger to the right door.

Nick started to leave and thought, "That's odd, I got a call that the specialist couldn't make it today...".

Ned and Zoe walked into an empty conference room.

Ned didn't know what to do, he had just almost given himself away. He would have stood there paralyzed if it wasn't for Zoe.

Zoe: "I'd like to start the lecture, if you're ready to listen."

Ned's expression changed from his miserable face, he was surprised at Zoe's behavior.

Ned thought, "Why the fuck is this bimbo acting like this, maybe she really is an expert?".

But his doubts were short-lived; the brainless idiot winked at him, making him realize that the upcoming lecture was a trick. Zoe had somehow decided that the HR of an IT company had nothing more important to do than to see if a snot-nosed moron who everyone thought was a pathetic pervert was listening to a lecture. (This is another example of her Anti-braistorm technic).

Zoe smiled and began to roll out a presentation on sexual harassment in the workplace. She used idiotic examples, statistics made up out of her empty head to prevent such situations, something like: "99.9% of women are sexually harassed!".

Ned pretended he was beginning to understand what the idiot in front of him was talking about, but in fact he was just looking at her giant melons sized boobs. Which were swaying from the active gesticulation of this thick bimbo, she thought it would be more convincing, she thought Nick could stand there and watch her lecture (idiocy).

As the lecture went on, Zoe gave out more and more absurd theses that would make anyone with an IQ above 80 start banging their head against the wall to avoid hearing this brainless ditzy's nonsense. The only reason Ned didn't end his miserable life at that moment was Zoe's bidons bouncing in front of his face and testing the fabric of her top for strength.

Zoe occasionally glanced at the study window, hoping to see if Nick was watching them, but every time she failed to do so (he even wasn't there). So Zoe had to turn away and carry on with her pointless lecture.