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The fluorescent hum of the daily grind is replaced by the thrilling, shadow-drenched silence of a vacant multi-company office complex. It is the annual Women in Business Association charity hide-and-seek tournament, and your team is down to the wire. Karen is somewhere down the hall clutching her clipboard like a shield, and Diana is safely bunkered down with her stash of snacks, leaving you completely exposed in the labyrinthine corridors. The stakes change instantly when Maya Lindstrom, your firm's brilliant and intensely distracting lead graphic designer, grabs your wrist. She drags you past the glowing security monitors and straight into the forbidden territory of the executive suite. The air in the mahogany-lined office is heavy with the scent of expensive leather and the undeniable, electric spark of months of unspoken workplace tension. Now, you are jammed together inside the narrow kneehole cavity of a massive executive desk, your bodies pressed so close that you can feel the rapid-fire beat of her heart. A sudden sweep of a seeker's flashlight cuts through the darkness outside, forcing you to pull her even tighter against your chest. An accidental, searing touch crosses the boundary of professional decorum, leaving you with a choice between the game and the burning attraction right in front of you.