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office. Grateful that she at least still had her job, she turned her computer screen on and began to type up letters that she had been asked to do.
     
    The day seemed to drag on forever, and by three o’clock she was yawning again and contemplating having a nap on her desk. Everyone else in the office had left for a late meeting on another floor, and as the only lower level employee on the floor, she was completely alone. No one will notice if I just put my head on the desk and close my eyes for a minute, she thought. Besides, my work for the day is nearly finished anyway.
     
    Sighing, she moved her keyboard and crossed her arms on the desk where it had sat, before resting a cheek on them and closing her eyes. Ten minutes, and then I’ll finish the letters and go home.
     
    After what felt like only a five-minute nap, Maya woke up and looked around to make sure that no one had seen her. Remembering that they were all still out at a meeting, she sighed with relief and rubbed her tired eyes. Her relief turned to horror as she realized that it was completely dark in the office except for the bright glow of her computer monitor.
     
    Glancing at the corner of the screen, she saw that it was seven o’clock. Oh shit. I slept for nearly four hours? Gripped by a sense of panic as she realized that she had no way of getting home, she contemplated sleeping under her desk, but then remembered what Mr. Lucas had said about wanting her to wear something else tomorrow. He’ll notice if I’m wearing the same thing. Crap, crap, crap.
     
    Her apartment was only a ten minute walk from the office building, and she had never heard of any werewolf attacks in that particular area. I suppose it’s relatively safe. I should be able to last ten minutes out there without running into any trouble. Sighing, she picked up her handbag and made to leave when she noticed a thin strip of light under Mr. Lucas’ private office door.
     
    He’s still here? She wondered how on earth he was planning on getting home in the dark, and then remembered that he was a billionaire. The roof of his office probably opens up to some sort of sky deck, where a hot air balloon whisks him away and drops him straight into his own house, she thought. For a moment she thought about knocking on his office door and asking him, but then she remembered the stern lecture he had given her earlier. He was not a man that she wanted to risk making angry again.
     
    Creeping over to the door, she decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator. The elevator door always made a loud pinging sound when it opened, and she didn’t want Mr. Lucas to hear. Besides, the stairs were good exercise. Something I probably need, she thought, looking down at her rounded belly and curvy hips. I could definitely do with some toning up.
     
    As she walked down the last flight of stairs, she thought that she heard someone else coming down behind her and paused. There were no more sounds, and she shrugged, assuming that she had just been hearing things. When she reached the main doors to the building, she took in a deep breath as she placed a hand on the large metal bar that ran across the exit door.
     
    The minute she pushed it open and stepped outside, the doors would automatically lock behind her and she would be stuck outside until she reached the safety of her apartment. Exhaling, she opened the door and hurried outside, overtaken by a sudden surge of confidence. It’s just ten minutes! I’ll be fine.
     
    Taking her shoes off to minimize the noise of her footfall, she hurried down the road and then turned into the small alleyway that provided a shortcut to her apartment. The shortcut would cut off an extra few minutes, and she was desperate to get home as quickly as possible.
     
    Taking another deep breath, she peered down the darkened alleyway to make sure it was clear and then briskly walked down it, letting out a soft cry of annoyance as she accidentally stepped in a puddle of