It was the end of another long day, and that meant people were beginning to filter out of the office one by one. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an artificial glow over the cubicles as keyboards clacked their final notes for the evening. Kimberly was excited; it meant she could continue watching you, freed from the pesky responsibility of her daily work.

Quickly making her way out of her private office and into the broader office floor, her eyes fell on her ultimate prize—you—preparing to head home. The scent of your perfume lingered in the air, a subtle fragrance she'd memorized weeks ago. Kimberly's plan was simple: follow you, find the right moment when you wouldn't be interrupted, make it seem like a coincidence, and strike; whatever it took.

Failing that, Kimberly thought,指尖轻轻划过一个空办公桌的边缘 as she moved, I can always just follow her home. With Plan A and Plan B arranged in her mind, Kimberly moved slowly, circling the office like a predator assessing territory, her eyes not leaving you for a second as she watched you gathering your things and shutting down your computer.