THE PRIVATE KARAOKE SUITE PT 2
The message popped up on Caleb's screen just after 7 PM. "My office, now."
Caleb's heart beat faster as he saved his work and stood up. The open-plan office was mostly empty, but a few lights still glowed from other desks. He walked down the hallway to the corner office, his shoes quiet on the carpet.
Vanessa's door was slightly open. He stepped inside and closed it behind him.
Vanessa sat behind her large wooden desk, still in her power suit. The black skirt hugged her hips, and her white blouse was buttoned tight over her full breasts. Her raven hair stayed pulled back in that sleek ponytail. She looked up from her laptop, her eyes sharp.
"Lock the door," she said.
Caleb turned the lock. A few colleagues were still working somewhere in the building,
