Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the office, the lonely assistant finds solace in self-pleasure. They slip their hand down their pants, grasping their aching hardness, their eyes closed, lost in a fantasy of their boss's touch. They moan softly, their body tensing as they near climax, when a sudden knock at the door jolts them back to reality. Quickly, they tuck themselves away, trying to compose themselves, their heart racing as they answer the door, praying their secret remains hidden behind their flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.