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A chance encounter in a dimly lit corridor leads somewhere unexpected.
You know the rules. Tonight, you follow them.
Everyone else has left. The tension hasn't.
Hold still. Don't move. Let me see you.
Thirty minutes. No stops. One hand on the wheel.
Sunday morning. Nowhere to be. Nothing on but the sheets.
The bar is closing. Neither of you wants to leave.
You're overqualified. That's not why you're here.
The office is empty. The door is locked. The rules change.