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“Yeah, better get back to it.” He smiled and then turned to sit down at his desk. There it was. Neon pink with black writing stuck to his computer screen: ‘Look in your top draw’. “What the…” He glanced up and looked around but saw no one looking his way and only a horizon of low office walls and his colleague walking back to his own desk. “Ok, I’ll bite.” He opened his top desk-draw.

“Oh shi-” And slammed it shut again. He looked around again hastily but not a soul was aware of him at all. Without looking he slid the draw open again and fished out the black and lacy lingerie bottoms. “Three now…” He whispered to himself, recalling the flirtatious notes on his windscreen and inside his empty coffee cup, then he turned the pair of panties over.

“Make that four.” It read: ‘Leave your tie in the copy room then meet me in the stairwell at 3pm. Don’t be late.’ He quirked an eyebrow and then glanced at the time before loosening his tie and getting up out of his chair. You only live once, he thought.

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