Reluctantly, yes

Meryl massaged her temple, then nodded. "Uh...you know, I...yes...just—just in case!" She gritted her teeth at the sight of Dwight's ecstatic reaction.

"Awesome!" He went to take her by the hand, but she wouldn't let him move it from her chest, not even wanting to think about his reaction if he got an eyeful of her bra-busting boobs. She shook her head repeatedly. "No, no I can...handle the walking part myself, b—but thank you Dwight!" He seemed a little put out by her refusal, but nodded solmenly and fell into step beside her as she took a left and started walking down the next stretch of hallway. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she tried her best to keep the state of her blouse concealed while she fished it out. A new notification from Kayla! It read, 'Shit's crazy over here, Kinkwell showed me this video of you in Science, she wants 2 talk!!!"

Meryl went a little pale. The thought of Victoria wanting to speak to her while possessing a video of her in what might charitably be described as an advanced state of exposure was enough to make her blood run cold; but right now, she reminded herself, casting a sideways glance at Dwight, her priority should be making sure nothing else of the scandalous variety occurred before she reached Kayla. She put her phone away and put her arm back up in front of her chest, sighing deeply.

"Something the matter?" Dwight asked, looking at her askance.

"Hm? Oh, oh it's nothing. Just a...dispute, with a friend."

"Kayla?"

"No, no not Kayla. One of the others — not Cheryl either! You—you wouldn't know her," she shook her hair out of her eyes, trying her best to play it cool. They walked along in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the quiet squeaking of their footsteps. They turned another corner and Meryl adopted a puzzled expression. A little ways down the hall, was a workman, knee deep in an exposed portion of flooring, his uniform rippling slightly in some sort of...breeze?

She exchanged a look with Dwight, who gave her a confused shrug. They carried on walking to get a closer look, and as they drew closer, Meryl realised she was looking at an air vebt beneath the floor, exposed to the open air, hence the rippling of the man's clothes. The workman stopped manipulating a bit of piping with a wrench, putting his hands on his knees and looking up at them. Meryl drew her knees tightly together, not wanting to give anything up to what may well be another pair of wandering eyes. "H—hello!" She said, trying to sound confident and unconcerned. Dwight gave a little wave. The workman looked them up and down, and gave them both a nod.

"Afternoon. S'posr you'll be wanting to get past?"

"Kinda. S—sorry," Meryl bowed her head slightly.

"No problemo, just watch your step, the vent's no danger or anything, you'll just feel a little bit of a rush...although you might want to hold onto, er..." He pointed to her skirt, Meryl nodded mutely, wanting dearly to somehow put her legs even closer together — all but rubbing against each other as they currently were. "R—right," she stammered, eyeing the vent beneath its bit of grating before her. How was she going to do this? How to make sure neither the workman nor Dwight saw anything? She stepped aside, gesturing for Dwight to go first. He objected vehemently, insisting it was a 'female's right to go first', needing to be cajoled and convinced for several excruciating seconds before he consented to going first. He stepped uncertainly forward, hopping over the gap and barely reacting as the air from the vent ruffled his hair and moved his clothes ever-so-slightly. Meryl stared at the vent intently, inspecting the area around it to see if there was possibly way around, but no...the vent spanned the breadth of the hallway, there was nowhere she could go to avoid that rush of air. The obvious thing to do would be to grip her skirt tightly with both hands, but then that would leave her chest exposed...although, it was less covered than her bottom half was under her skirt.

She bit her lip, supposing that it would technically be less humiliating to be seen in a bra — even one that was a size or two too small — than for her naked bottom and vagina to be fully exposed before two men, one of whom was the actual worst. Meryl stood on the spot, weighing up her options and trying to ignore the stares she was starting to get as she continued to delay her brief journey over the air vent.