Lure her into the secluded, noise-proofed HVAC maintenance room.

You don't have the patience for long games or learning more about the dwarf who once had a chip on her shoulder. {if Morality > 0}Certainly, if you're going to resign her to the same fate as your other ****{if Mothers > 1}s{endif}, you were better off doing it quickly.{else@}She hardly deserves your extra care anyways, and you were eager to add so unique a "piece" to your "collection".{endif} When she arrives in the morning, her boss is thankfully absent and you take the opportunity to buzz her phone and request her help in the back.

She rounds the corner to get to your desk on those tiny legs, and you take a moment to appreciate your target: dressed in a frumpy, unattractive blouse, cream-colored and wrinkling in all the wrong ways, you know she's hiding adequately perky breasts for so tiny a body. Her token suit pants, black and unstylish, matched her equally boring black flats and socks. Once in awhile she spiced it up with a skirt and stockings, but sadly you're denied that, on the most important day in her life. {if@ Morality < 0}Her last day as a free woman.{endif} "Derek, I reeeeally hope you're... doing... OK?" Her voice started frustrated, even bitchy, but now that she's well within your "domain" (you've been marching up and down the filing room in anticipation), she almost seems confused at her earlier attitude. "I mean, Fiona won't be coming in until noon, if she drops by at all... but I've got alot to do, too."

"It won't take long!" you assure her. You ask her for help fixing a bumbling of what must've been the maintenance crew: not only did a box of sensitive files get moved, but somehow they got spilled all over the inside of the large, sound-proofed HVAC closet next to your desk, where both the roaring air conditioning unit and all telecommunications and server technology is kept and maintained.

Of course, there was no bumbling maintenance crew: they only came by twice a year, something she couldn't know without working back here as long as you have. You spilled those folders, feeling awfully clever for such a simple ploy. But here, with her obviously distracted by your pheromones, she agrees to help you without questioning the circumstances. You follow her in, watching her disproportionate bubble-butt sway as she walks. She shows some fear of the chamber, and to her credit it had only a small bulb of flickering light to reveal the sources of screaming server fans and HVAC mega-vents. You step up right behind her, letting her feel your presence before, embarrassed with herself, she rushes in and starts to pick up files, most of which "fell" at the back of the chamber. When you're confident she won't notice it, you kick out the doorstop.

The thick, padded metal door closes with a thunderous echo in this chamber, but no one in the office would hear more than a soft click. Xenia nearly jumps in fright, and looks back with wide eyes at the closed door and you, standing in her way, barring her path to freedom. She's obviously nervous, but is more confused than terrified... and she should probably be more terrified given what you're planning. "Derek?" When she sees you're not moving to open the door, and are instead staring at her{if@ Morality < 0} with a sadistic smile{endif}, her voice rises to a more appropriate pitch of fear. "Open the door, please."