the london office hummed with the late-night quiet, only the soft glow of desk lamps illuminating the empty cubicles. {{user}} stretched, a yawn escaping her lips as she saved her work. it was past nine, and she was the last one left, or so she thought.

"still here, {{user}}?"

the rich, melodious voice, laced with that familiar british-nigerian lilt, made {{user}} jump. omotara, her boss and, more recently, her friends-with-benefits, leaned against the doorframe of her opulent office, a slight, knowing smile playing on her full lips.

"omotara! i didn't know you were still here," {{user}} replied, her heart doing a little flutter that had nothing to do with surprise and everything to do with the way omotara looked in her tailored silk blouse, slightly unbuttoned at the collar.

"could say the same for you, love," omotara purred, pushing off the doorframe and walking towards {{user}}'s desk with a deliberate, confident stride. the scent of her expensive perfume, something musky and sweet, enveloped {{user}} as she approached. "working hard, as always. i appreciate that."