Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!

"Lena, how many years have you been working here?" I asked between bites of the burger, the savoury juices still lingering on my tongue. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She paused, popping a fry into her mouth thoughtfully before answering with a proud smile. "At least seven years now. Started as an intern right out of design school—fetching coffee, organizing swatches. The boss saw potential and promoted me fast."

Wait a minute? What’s Tina’s age really?

"Seven years?" I echoed, taking another hearty bite, the cheese stretching satisfyingly. This could make digging for info a lot easier, I thought, mind racing beneath my casual demeanour. I needed more details to piece together Tina’s world. "That’s impressive, Lena."

"Yes—feels like family after all this time. The boss is really respectful towards all of her subordinates." She sipped her iced tea, ice clinking softly.

"Good for you. Is Tina a good boss?" I pressed gently, wiping my hands on a napkin.

"The best," Lena nodded enthusiastically. "She is fair, creative, pushes you but celebrates wins big—like that ’Inderjit’ project bonus last year. What about as a good girlfriend?" She shot me a mischievous grin, eyes twinkling.

Heat rushed to my cheeks; I blushed deeply, nodding shyly. "She is... incredible." Why was she asking me this question? This woman has no tact.

Lena leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "How good is she in bed? Come on, spill—office vibes are screaming chemistry."

"What...?" I stammered, face burning hotter, nearly choking on a fry. "Why are you asking me this question, Lena?"

She laughed lightly, reaching over to ruffle my hair affectionately. "I can tell you’re the submissive one, Sharon. The way you glow? It’s the glow of a bottom. Then again, I don’t think you have the capability to dominate someone like the boss."

"Lena! You are making me feel embarrassed! Besides, are you a lesbian?"

"I am bisexual, Sharon. When the two of them is mixed together, it really feels great." In a way that’s true—I mean, Tina has a cock, hasn’t she? I don’t think without her cock’s presence the sex will be that good.

I really like her cock... argh, this sounds weird. Very weird. But it’s true.

"You’re too shameless!" I pouted, swatting her hand away playfully and looking out the window at the city skyline, pretending offense to hide my flustered smile.

"Sorry, sorry—but you’re too cute when you blush like that," Lena teased, her tone warm and sisterly. "Don’t worry, your secret’s safe."

Argh, this playful banter is making me a bit bored, I mused inwardly. How long do I have to keep up the act? Time to steer things deeper. I need useful information. Clearing my throat, I shifted gears. "Lena, your boss has never told me about her parents. Nothing at all."

She raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering. "She didn’t? Huh, that’s boss’s—private about family stuff. She’ll open up eventually, I’m sure."

"Please, Lena," I leaned forward earnestly, setting down my half-eaten burger. "She doesn’t tell me anything about them. Acts like it’s off-limits."

"It’s her personal area, Sharon—tread carefully. You are a good girl, and I don’t want you to get hurt," Lena advised gently, though her expression softened at my pleading eyes.

"Please? She specifically told me not to ask about her family. I just want to understand her better. Please, Lena—I really want to know." My voice held a genuine note, masking the calculation beneath. Tina’s family information will help me to know more about her. This might explain her previous infatuation with Alex.

Lena sighed, glancing at the door before relenting. "Okay, but promise this stays between us?"

"Of course, Lena! I promise that I won’t say anything about this anyone!"

"Fine, Sharon. I hope that you won’t betray my trust. Her family’s a bit complicated. Father’s a big-shot real estate mogul—old money, traditional. Her mother passed away when she was young, cancer. There’s a half-sister from Dad’s second marriage who’s the golden child, groomed as the heiress to the family empire."

"Half-sister?"

"Yes, Sharon. The boss carved her own path here, no handouts. They’re cordial but distant—no holiday dinners or anything warm."

I absorbed it with a thoughtful nod, feigning surprise while filing it away. "Oh... I didn’t know any of that. Explains why she’s so independent." Did Alex charm her by using this as a tool?

"Please don’t say I told you—she’d kill me," Lena said with a mock shudder, standing and gathering her napkin. "Well, I’ve got invoices to chase. Enjoy the rest of lunch! Holler if you need anything."

"Thanks, Lena—you’re a lifesaver," I called as she slipped out, door clicking shut. Alone again, I stared at my plate, mind whirling with new puzzle pieces.

With a deep breath, I looked around before checking for any cameras. For some reason, Tina’s office has no CCTV cameras—which was both confusing and relieving at the same time.

Perfect timing—I have to finish this before Tina’s meeting wraps. The office, still sunlit and serene, now felt like my covert playground. I locked the door with a soft click, drew the sheer curtains halfway for diffused light, and retrieved my compact toolkit from the bottom of my tote bag—disguised as makeup—micro-wireless cameras the size of buttonheads, adhesive sound bugs no bigger than lentils, a slim multi-tool for tucking wires, and a phone app for instant pairing.

"Tina, I am sorry—but I don’t trust you."

First, the desk. Kneeling behind it, socks silent on the marble, I peeled a camera’s nano-adhesive backing and pressed it into the underside lip—lens flush, capturing the chair’s occupant perfectly.

A quick app sync—green light, live feed streaming to my encrypted cloud. Angle one—straight-on for documents and faces. I am pretty sure that Alex will come to this office within a few days to check on his ’lover.’

Next, an audio puck nestled in the desk lamp’s base, disguised as a dust speck—omnidirectional mic picking up whispers from across the room.

Moving fluidly, I climbed onto the plush sectional sofa, balancing on tiptoes to affix a wide-angle camera to the bookshelf’s top edge, nestled amid design books like Mid-Century Modern spines. It swept the seating area flawlessly. Angle two—conversations over coffee. A sound bug went into the fern pot’s soil—vibration-proof, harvesting ambient noise like rustling leaves.

Windows next—tricky, but essential.

"I will not leave any necessary place at all."

I edged the curtains aside, heart hammering as distant voices echoed from the hall. A pinhole camera suctioned to the lower window frame, tinted to blend with the sill; its fish-eye grabbed the door and half the room. Angle three—entries and exits. Audio synced seamlessly.

The whiteboard and mood board demanded finesse. Scaling a rolling stool—squeak muffled with a sock-wrap—I embedded a camera in the board’s frame moulding—zoom-capable for sketches. Final bug—inside the AC vent grille, ensuring total audio blanket.

Sweat beaded my forehead despite the cool air, blouse clinging slightly as I worked. Final sweep—app dashboard glowed—four HD feeds crystal-clear, audio levels peaking clean. No visible traces; even Tina’s eagle eye wouldn’t spot them. I stashed the toolkit, smoothed my hair, unlocked the door, and settled on the sofa with the lunch tray, munching a fry casually just as footsteps approached.

All wired. Now, the real show begins. Tina, please give me something to work on, will you? I need something concrete, I thought, pulse steadying into triumph.