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All the characters are above the age of 18. This is part one of a very long chapter I've been working on.

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My feet drag me closer to the breakroom, which we occasionally call the conference room. It's comfortably decorated, a lot like an apartment. Half of the room is lined with kitchen equipment: a refrigerator, sink, a microwave, etc. The other side has two recliners, a flat screen mounted on the wall, and a long glass table surrounded by leather chairs. Every day I am tempted to take one of those leather chairs and use it behind my desk. Of course, as soon as Kathleen spots it she'll make a huge scene and accuse me of thief just to bring my old stiff chair back. With each step I make toward the breakroom, I try to focus on the sound of my lightly clicking heels. The tapping helps to drown out my thoughts from Kathleen, and the leather chairs, and that strange mess that was in Kathleen's office.

"I'm glad you're not mad at me anymore."

That's not my heels.

I can hear Kathleen's voice. But where is she?

"Travis." She is breathless and whispering.

I pause.

My feet are glued to the floor, and my breath is caught in my chest. The door is not open, but I can tell she's in the breakroom...and with her husband. I barely hear Travis' response to her whimper. His words are heavy and mumbled as if he is trying to catch his breath too. Are my bosses doing what I think they're doing? No. They can't be. I wish I could make out Travis' words.

"I hate when we fight." A wet kissing sound invades my ears. "Promise me we'll Etimesgut Escort never argue again."

I cannot see his face; nevertheless, I even know that is bull. I dive straight into my secret spy persona just to find out what my bosses are actually doing. Placing Kathleen's cold tea on the floor and out of my way, I take a step closer to the breakroom door. I suddenly pause when I hear the click of my heels. The couple does not seem to notice because I hear the sound of their damp lips loudly touch over and over again. Without lifting my cheap shoes off the floor, I slide my feet toward the closed door. I am hesitant to grab the knob since the door opens outward and Kathleen has highly sensitive ears. I don't want her to scream and send me away at the click of the doorknob.

"Travis."

I try to time the clicking of the doorknob with her elevating pitch.

"I've never wanted you so much."

My back presses against the wall. I slowly pull the door open until there is just enough space for my eyes to peek inside the room. I keep my fingers wrapped around the doorknob so the cracked door will not shut or blow open wider. My eyes grow wide as the figures in the room come into view. The blood pumping through my heart stops flowing in my chest as I bite my lip before the gasp can come out. My bosses - the leaders of Hamilton