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Note: I'm continuing to make progress on Samantha's story. However, the process of translating it and then ensuring that the translation is accurate and maintains the original meaning slows me down a bit. I truly appreciate it if you notice anything in English that doesn't quite match or seems off—please let me know so I can review it and retranslate if necessary. I hope everything is translated correctly! Thank you for your understanding.

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The atmosphere in the office remained calm, with Valeria, Carla, and I working on the report details. We were reviewing critical points and adjusting the necessary figures, progressing with each page as the charts and tables began to take shape. It wasn't a particularly complicated task, but it required concentration, something Valeria always expected in any project she was involved in.

"This part is already adjusted," Carla commented, marking a sheet with a pen before passing it to the pile of reviewed documents. "We just need to verify the projections for the last three months."

"Perfect, I'll cross-check that with the data we've already corrected," I replied, focusing on my computer screen.

Midway through the process, I heard the sound of the door opening. Megan returned with the coffees, holding a tray with four cardboard cups. Her expression was far from the relaxed joy with which she had started the morning; instead, she seemed somewhat annoyed, especially when her eyes met mine.

"Your coffees," Megan said, her tone colder than before. She placed the tray on the round table in front of Valeria and Carla before heading towards my desk and setting my coffee right on the edge. "I hope this is enough to keep you awake."

"Thank you, Megan," I responded calmly, deliberately ignoring the tension in her voice. I took my coffee, taking a small sip to stay focused on the work.

Megan stood for a moment, observing us as if expecting something more. However, I didn't pay attention to her. If she wanted to show her discomfort, I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of reacting.

Valeria looked up and offered her a polite smile. "Thank you, Megan. It's always good to have a coffee at hand for these things."

Megan nodded but didn't respond. She slumped into her chair, slightly turning it towards us, though she made no attempt to participate in the work.

After a few minutes, Carla mentioned something about some documents we needed from the Strategic Development Department. "Those papers could help verify the latest figures. They're not here because we left them in the office yesterday afternoon."

"Do you want me to go get them?" Carla offered, slightly rising from her chair. "I don't mind going up to the seventh floor for a moment."

Before she could do so, I intervened with a different idea. "Don't worry, Carla. Megan can go get them. She's here to help us, after all."

I felt Megan's gaze fixed on me, but I remained neutral, pretending not to notice while continuing to review my documents. "Right, Megan? It'll only take a moment."

Megan let out a small sigh before responding, her tone filled with forced patience. "Sure. Where exactly are they?"

"On the main desk of the Strategic Development Department," Valeria explained, without lifting her eyes from my screen. "It's easy to find them. They're in a folder labeled 'Load Analysis'."

Carla tried to intervene. "Really, it's not necessary for Megan to go. I can do it without any problem."

"Don't worry, Carla," I insisted with a controlled smile. "Megan is here to help us, and I'm sure she can handle this quickly."

Megan stood up from her chair, adjusting her headband with a quick gesture. "Alright. I guess I'll go get those blessed documents. But let it be clear, Sam, that I'm not your personal messenger."

"Of course not," I replied with a calm tone, finally looking at her. "But we're all helping in the way we can, aren't we?"

Megan didn't respond. She turned towards the door, left the office, and closed it with a bit more force than necessary.

Once she was gone, Carla looked at me with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Are you sure it's okay to ask her for those things? She doesn't seem very happy."

"She's here voluntarily," I replied, taking a sip of my coffee. "If she chose to come 'work' on a Saturday, the least she can do is help us. Plus, we need those documents, don't we?"

Valeria didn't say anything, but there was a slight glimmer of approval in her gaze. She seemed to enjoy the dynamics as much as I did.

Time passed as we worked on the necessary documents for the project. Valeria and Carla reviewed details of the final report, while I cross-checked data on my computer, concentrating on keeping everything under control. Megan was still absent, but the atmosphere remained productive.

Eventually, the sound of the door opening broke everyone's concentration. Megan returned with a folder in hand, walking with a firm step and placing the papers on the round table in front of Valeria.

"Here are the documents," she announced, though her tone lacked enthusiasm.

Valeria took the folder, reviewing its contents before frowning. "Megan, these aren't the correct documents. This is from the last audit, not the load analysis we need."

Megan sighed with frustration, crossing her arms. "Well, it's the only thing I found on the main desk. Maybe someone moved them."

Carla slightly rose from her chair, ready to resolve the issue. "Don't worry, Megan. I can go up to the seventh floor and look for them myself. I don't want you to have to go again."

Before she could do so, I stepped in. "No, Carla, it's not necessary. Megan can try again. Maybe she missed checking them properly."

Megan looked at me with a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "Really? I already went once. Why don't you let someone else do it?"

"Megan," I responded calmly, yet enjoying the situation a bit, "you're here to help us, aren't you? Besides, it's Saturday morning. There's no one in the building, so I don't think you'll have any trouble."

Carla tried to intervene again. "Really, Samantha, it's no problem if I go."

"I insist," I said, maintaining a neutral tone. "Megan already knows where they are; it was just a misunderstanding. I'm sure this time she will find them without any issues."

Megan let out a long sigh and took her access card with a deliberate gesture. "Okay. I'll go again, but this is starting to feel more like a punishment than help."

"It's not a punishment," I said with a slight smile, returning my attention to the documents in front of me. "We're just making sure everything is in order."

Megan left the office without saying anything else, letting the door close with a soft thud.

Meanwhile, Carla looked at me with a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. "Are you sure that was necessary? She doesn't seem very happy."

"The important thing is that we have the correct documents," I responded, taking a sip of my coffee. If Megan wants to play at being part of the team, she should act like it.

A few moments passed before the door opened again. This time, Megan returned with the correct folder, which she placed on the table with a sharp movement.

"Here they are. I hope this time they're the right ones," she said with a cutting tone, returning to her desk without waiting for a response.

Valeria quickly reviewed the folder, nodding with approval. "Yes, these are the ones we needed. Thank you, Megan."

Megan didn't respond. She slumped into her chair, opening her computer again while avoiding any eye contact with me. Her annoyance was evident, but I tried to ignore it, returning to my work with calculated calmness.

If you're going to come to work on a Saturday, at least do it with the right attitude, Megan.

The last two hours passed in productive silence, interrupted only by specific comments between Valeria, Carla, and me as we made progress on the work. Even Megan had participated, helping us with minor tasks like sorting documents or cross-checking data. Although her attitude remained distant, she seemed to be stoically enduring the situation.

Finally, we were in the home stretch. Everything indicated that we could finish earlier than expected, which meant we could leave early. This idea cheered me up, and although I tried to ignore it, I felt a small sense of satisfaction thinking about how I had handled Megan during the morning. Maybe this will teach her not to take everything so lightly.

However, this dynamic wasn't going to last much longer.

"Megan!" I called from my desk, turning towards her. She was sitting in front of her computer, browsing something clearly unrelated to work. "Can you go to the server room on the sixth floor and check if Javier left the updated technical reports? It would be very helpful for us to review this last detail."

Megan slowly turned in her chair, crossing her arms with an expression of tiredness mixed with irritation. "No, Sam. I'm not going."

I froze for a moment, surprised by her direct refusal. She had shown resistance before, but she always ended up giving in. This time, however, her tone was firm, almost defiant.

"What do you mean you're not going?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"I'm not going," Megan repeated, her voice laden with forced patience. "I've done enough for today. If you need something from there, you can go yourself."

Valeria and Carla exchanged uncomfortable glances, though they didn't say anything.

"Megan, you're here to help. That's why you came, isn't it?" I responded, trying to sound logical. "If you're not going to collaborate, then you shouldn't have come."

That last sentence landed like a hammer. Megan leaned forward in her chair, and I could see the flash of anger in her eyes. "Did you really just say that, Sam?"

"Yes, I did," I replied, crossing my arms and maintaining my stance. If she wants to act like a child, let her, but I'm not going to give in.

Megan stood up abruptly, her chair rolling back with force. "You know what, you're right. I shouldn't have come."

Without saying anything else, Megan left the office, closing the door behind her with a bang that echoed in the silence she left behind.

Valeria was the first to break the awkward silence. "Are you sure that was necessary?"

"It's not the first time she's complained," Carla responded in a more conciliatory tone.

I took a long sigh, trying not to show how upset I was. "It doesn't matter. Let's finish this. If she wants to act like a child, let her."

However, as I returned to my desk, I couldn't help but wonder what Megan was doing. Had she left just to calm down, or did she have something else in mind? I decided to ignore it completely and focus on the work. Whatever it is, it's not my problem.

The echo of the closing door still resonated in my mind as I tried to ignore the scene Megan had just caused. It's not my problem, I repeated to myself, focusing on the final adjustments to the report. Valeria and Carla continued working, and the atmosphere, though somewhat tense, seemed to have returned to normal.

But this calm didn't last long.

My phone vibrated on the desk, lighting up the screen with a WhatsApp notification. When I saw it was a message from Megan, my heart skipped a beat. What does she want now? I quickly opened it, fearing the worst.

"I'll be waiting for you on the 7th floor. If you don't come, I'll show the photos I took of you yesterday to Valeria and Carla. Your call."

The air seemed to escape my lungs. I felt like the ground was slipping beneath me, and my entire body tensed up. She can't be serious... But, knowing Megan, I knew this wasn't a joke.

"Is everything okay, Samantha?" Valeria suddenly asked without looking up from the papers in front of her.

I forced myself to catch my breath and respond with a neutral tone. "Yes, everything's fine."

Carla looked at me, curious. "You seem worried. Is it something related to the calculations? We can review them together if you need help."

"Uh... no, it's not that," I replied quickly, trying to sound convincing. Think, Sam, think. "It's Megan. She messaged me. She says she needs me to go up to the seventh floor for something, I don't know what. But don't worry, I won't be long."

Valeria raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "The seventh floor? Seems like that seventh floor is really growing on her."

I let out a nervous laugh, trying to downplay it. "You know how it is. But it's fine. Anyway, I have to take the access card with me, so don't worry. You can stay here, and since the door opens from the inside, you won't have any trouble getting out if we finish before I return."

Carla nodded with a sympathetic smile. "Okay. Don't worry, Samantha. We'll keep making progress here."

"Thanks," I murmured, taking my access card hanging around my neck. I left my phone on the papers resting on the round glass table, an almost automatic gesture as I tried to organize my thoughts. I tried to maintain a neutral expression as I walked towards the door, but inside, my mind was in chaos.

As the elevator took me to the seventh floor, my heart was pounding. What is Megan planning? Why now? Every second inside the elevator felt like an eternity, and when the doors finally opened, I felt like my fate was sealed.

I can't let this get out of control. I have to face her... again.

With trembling but determined steps, I headed towards the seventh floor, preparing for whatever Megan had planned.

When the elevator doors opened on the seventh floor, I stepped forward with my heart still pounding. My eyes scanned the empty space in front of me, expecting to see Megan in the hallways, but there was no trace of her.

The floor was immersed in an unsettling silence, barely interrupted by the buzzing of the LED lights. This level of the building had a modern and elegant design that perfectly fit the strategic purpose of its main occupant, Valeria.

The internal reception, the first thing I saw after exiting the elevator, was decorated with modern furniture in navy blue and beige tones. A glass coffee table rested on a textured rug, and on it was a perfectly aligned stack of corporate magazines. The upholstered chairs, with a minimalist yet comfortable design, gave the waiting area a professional yet welcoming feel.

Normally, a receptionist would control access to the inner offices from the white counter at the back, but the space was completely deserted. The security cameras, mounted at strategic points on the ceiling, seemed to observe everything in complete silence.

Where is Megan? What is she planning? I thought, advancing cautiously.

Beyond the reception area, the space opened up to a collaborative work area. The cubicles of the Strategic Development Department were arranged in a wide and organized formation. The partitions were low, encouraging communication among team members. Each cubicle had a high-end computer, a corporate phone, and an adjustable lamp that glowed faintly, despite the stations being empty.

The place seemed too orderly, as if no one had worked there recently. It was strange, almost surreal.

I continued walking, the sound of my heels echoing against the porcelain floor. The air was slightly cool, indicating that the air conditioning was working at an optimal level, but not enough to counteract the sense of discomfort that invaded me.

Finally, I reached an open door at the end of the hallway. I immediately recognized it as Valeria's office, with its transparent glass offering a direct view inside. The inner blinds were partially closed, letting in some light while maintaining a degree of privacy.

The office had a minimalist yet sophisticated design, with furniture in shades of gray and blue. Valeria's desk was spacious and perfectly organized. A laptop was connected to a state-of-the-art curved monitor, alongside a cup holder containing an empty glass. An agenda lay open on the desk, with neatly written notes, as if they had been thought out as carefully as the strategies Valeria created here.

On the wall facing the desk, a framed performance certificate dominated the space, constantly reminding anyone who entered who the most competent person in this department was.

I approached the door cautiously, feeling the weight of the situation on my shoulders. Is Megan here? Or does she just want me to wait?

I looked inside the office, but it was empty. Only the faint flickering of the monitor broke the stillness. I stood at the threshold, unsure of what to do.

The air felt dense, charged with the possibility of what was to come. And then, I heard a soft noise behind me.

Standing inside Valeria's office, I looked around with uncertainty. The space was immaculate, organized as a reflection of its meticulous owner's character. Why did she make me come here? What is Megan planning now?

I approached the desk, observing the curved monitor softly blinking in anticipation of some activity. My hands were tense, resting on the smooth surface of the desk, as I tried to calm my breathing. The silence on the floor was overwhelming, amplifying the sound of my own heart pounding.

Suddenly, I heard a movement behind me. I turned quickly, but Megan was already inside the office, leaning casually against the door frame. Her expression was a mix of satisfaction and defiance, with her arms crossed and a slight mocking smile that made my stomach churn.

"Megan, what are you doing?" I snapped, trying to maintain my composure. "Why did you send me that message? And why here, in Valeria's office? We have nothing to do here. They're waiting for us downstairs to continue with the work."

Megan didn't move. Her smile widened a bit, as if she had been expecting this reaction from me. Before I could say anything else, she interrupted, her tone laden with tense calmness.

"You know, Sam? I've been putting up with you all morning," she began, straightening up and taking a step towards me. "All morning doing what you ask, running around like your personal messenger."

"Megan, I didn't ask you for anything out of the ordinary," I replied, trying to sound firm. "You're here because you wanted to come, remember? No one forced you."

"That's true," she admitted, shrugging. "But you, with your professional attitude, so... bossy, have been incredibly rude to me. Do you know how that feels, Sam? Because I don't think you do."

"Megan, I'm not disrespecting you," I said, feeling my patience starting to wear thin. "I'm just trying to get things done. If you have a problem with that, you should have told me before."

Megan let out a dry laugh, taking another step towards me. "Oh, I'm telling you now, Sam. And you know what? I think you need a lesson. One that helps you understand that you can't treat me the way you have today."

My chest tightened at those words, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond. A lesson? What is she saying?

"Megan, don't start with this," I said, my voice trembling a bit more than I would have liked. "Stop playing around and let's go downstairs. There's work to be done."

But she shook her head, still with that smile that made my nerves tingle. "No, Sam. I'm going to make sure you remember that you can't play with me."

The air in the office felt heavier with each word, and for a moment, I felt like the world was shrinking to the space between the two of us. What is she going to do? I thought, feeling my entire body tense up.

Megan took another step towards me, and although her mocking smile remained, her eyes held an intensity that made me feel trapped. My entire body seemed paralyzed, unable to move as the silence in the office grew heavier.

"You know, Sam," she began, her voice lower but with a malicious tone. "I'll tell you something: I liked your attitude much more yesterday afternoon. Remember? Your body trembling, that expression of pure fear on your face... you looked terribly scared. It was a much more... interesting version of you."

"What are you talking about, Megan?" I managed to stammer, though my voice betrayed my growing panic.

Megan tilted her head to the side, as if my reaction was a game to her. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, Sam. But today, with all your arrogant attitude, with that air of superiority... well, I've decided it's time to make you go back to that same situation. Right here, in Valeria's office."

"What?" I exclaimed, taking a step back while feeling my hands tremble. "You can't be serious! This is ridiculous."

Megan let out a soft laugh, but there was no humor in it. Only an implicit threat. "Of course, I am. You're going to be just like yesterday, completely naked and vulnerable. And this time, it will be here, in this nice and professional space of Valeria's. After all, I think it fits perfectly with your attitude of always wanting to be so professional."

"You can't ask me for something like this," I said, my voice rising a notch as I desperately tried to regain some control. "This doesn't make sense. You're crossing the line, Megan."

"Crossing the line?" Megan replied, slowly pulling her phone out of her pocket and holding it in front of me. "Sam, you crossed the line when you decided to treat me like your personal assistant. But it's okay, because now I have something you don't: control. And if you don't do what I say, I'll show Valeria and Carla the photos I have of you. Believe me, Sam, they'll be very interested in seeing them."

My eyes fixed on the phone, and I felt my breath quicken. She can't be serious...

"Megan, this isn't a joke. You can't do this," I tried to reason, my voice trembling as I searched for a way out.

"It's a lesson, Sam," Megan said, her voice more serious now, as if there was no room for negotiation. "A lesson to teach you that you can't treat me the way you have today. So, either you do what I say, or I go down and show them these photos right now."

The air in the office felt heavier than ever, and my mind raced for a solution I couldn't find. What am I going to do? I can't let her do this... but I can't allow those photos to be exposed.

The weight of Megan's threat was crushing, as if every word she uttered wrapped me tighter in a circle I couldn't escape. I looked at her phone, still in her hand, like a weapon pointing directly at my dignity.

I knew that Valeria and Carla were waiting for me downstairs. I knew I couldn't afford to give in to Megan like this, but at the same time, the fear of what she could do with those photos was paralyzing. Maybe if I comply, she'll just limit this to this absurd scene, and then it will all be over.

I let out a long sigh, lowering my gaze to the floor while feeling my control slipping through my fingers. "Okay," I murmured, though my voice was barely audible.

Megan arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my defeat. "What did you say, Sam? I didn't hear you."

"Okay," I repeated more forcefully, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my apparent firmness. "I'll do it. But after this, it's over. We'll go downstairs and finish the work. Understood?"

"Of course," Megan responded with a wide smile, as if she had won a game that hadn't even started.

"Megan, can you please close the door?" I asked, feeling that every word was a bigger concession than I could afford.

"Sure, Sam. With pleasure." Megan walked towards the door, pushing it with a firm click before returning to her spot, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "There. Now there are no interruptions. All yours."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling of my hands. My mind was clouded by shame and anger, but I forced myself to move. Get this over with. Just do it quickly, and then it will all be over.

I first took off my loafers, sliding them gently on the floor. I felt the cold floor against my feet, a physical reminder of how exposed I was starting to feel.

Then, I proceeded to take off my tight jeans, pulling at the fabric with some difficulty. The waist slid off easily, but when I reached the ankles, the fabric seemed to resist, clinging to my feet as if refusing to let go. I had to lean against the edge of the desk, pulling harder and moving my feet awkwardly until I finally freed myself. I bent down to pick them up from the floor, shaking the fabric before folding them carefully and placing them on the desk in an attempt to maintain some order amidst the chaos I was feeling.

With careful movements, I took off the linen jacket, feeling the fabric sliding down my arms. I folded it meticulously and placed it on Valeria's desk, next to her laptop and curved monitor, which seemed like silent witnesses to the scene.

I continued with the blouse, my trembling fingers unbuttoning each button, as if each one was a step towards a revelation I wasn't ready to face. The fabric fell softly, and I placed it carefully, feeling how each garment I removed was a reminder of my growing vulnerability.

The atmosphere in the office felt suffocating, as if the air conditioning wasn't enough to counteract the heat rising through my face and neck.

"Everything, Sam, and don't forget the accessories," Megan added with an almost playful tone.

With trembling hands, I took off my earrings and watch, each movement a ritual of disrobing. Each piece of jewelry was carefully placed on the desk, next to the laptop and monitor. The access card hung around my neck, a reminder of my professional identity that now seemed ironically out of place.

"This too?" I asked, my voice barely audible as I pointed to the card.

"Of course," Megan responded with a triumphant smile.

With a slow movement, I slid the card over my head, feeling its cold metal against my skin. I placed it next to the rest of my belongings, a further symbol of my surrender.

Finally, I was left in my underwear, my breath ragged as I struggled to maintain my composure. I knew what was coming next. Megan wasn't going to stop here.

"Continue, Sam," Megan said, crossing her arms and observing me with that fixed gaze that made my knees tremble.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to gather the strength I felt was abandoning me. Just get this over with. Just a little more and you can get dressed again.

With determination, I took off my bra, feeling the fabric slide down my shoulders and freeing my breasts. My trembling hands clung to the fabric, delaying the moment before letting it fall, exposing my body even more.

Then, with slow movements, I lowered my panties, feeling the fabric slide down my thighs. The feeling of complete nakedness was overwhelming, but I forced myself to continue, to face the humiliation Megan had orchestrated.

My movements were slow, methodical, as I removed the last garments and carefully placed them on the desk. Now, standing completely naked, the office's cold seemed to intensify. My body trembled, and not just from the temperature, but from the shame that enveloped me like a second skin.

Megan took a step forward, observing me with a mix of satisfaction and triumph. "See? Much better. That's the Sam I like to see. Now, stay like that for a moment while I think of something."

My lips trembled, but I said nothing. I just wanted it all to be over, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

Standing completely naked in the center of Valeria's office, every second felt like an eternity. This wasn't my space; it wasn't the office where I had worked countless hours, building an air of professionalism and control. This was Valeria's territory, my rival. Everything in this place, from the minimalist furniture in shades of gray and blue to the imposing performance certificate on the wall, seemed to remind me that I didn't belong here.

The cold air conditioning felt like tiny needles on my bare skin, intensifying the vulnerability that already overwhelmed me. I could hear every little sound in the office: the faint buzzing of the curved monitor, the rustle of the cold floor beneath my feet, even my own irregular breathing. Everything was too crisp, as if my senses were hyperactive, registering every detail of my humiliation.

I tried to stand firm, but my body trembled uncontrollably. My hands instinctively covered my most intimate parts, as if that could restore some of the control I had lost. Megan, however, didn't let a second go by without taking advantage of my state.

"Well, Sam," she said with a mocking smile, as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Look at you. How professional you look now."

My eyes fixed on her phone, and my heart began to race. "Megan, no...," I tried to say, but my voice was barely a whisper.

"Oh, relax," she replied, lifting the phone and focusing it on me. "Just a couple of photos. I need proof, you know? In case you decide to be rude to me again."

The click of the camera resonated in the office like a gunshot. My body tensed even more, and my hands clenched the arms I was using to cover myself. It was as if the mere sound of the camera had solidified how vulnerable I was.

"Megan, stop," I managed to say, my voice trembling as much as my body. But she ignored my plea, taking another photo as she slowly walked around me, assessing me like an exhibit.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, without taking her eyes off her phone, "I think I should ask you something. How does it feel, Sam? How does it feel to be like this, in Valeria's office, completely naked?"

I closed my eyes tightly, wishing this nightmare would end. But her insistent voice forced me to open them again.

"Come on, Sam. Be honest. Isn't this what you wanted? Playing at being the boss, giving orders. Now I want you to tell me how you feel."

My throat was dry, but I knew I had no way out. I swallowed hard, my lips trembling as the words left my mouth. "I'm terrified," I finally admitted, my voice breaking.

Megan tilted her head, enjoying my confession. "So much fear, Sam? Of me, of Valeria? Or of everything?"

"Of everything," I responded, feeling my eyes fill with tears that I refused to let fall. "I shouldn't be here. This shouldn't be happening."

"Well, here you are," Megan said with a soft laugh, finally putting her phone back in her pocket. "And I must say, Sam, seeing you like this makes me feel like the day hasn't been so bad after all."

My legs trembled, and I could barely stand. I tried to regain some control, but the office itself, with its impersonal air and echoes of Valeria's authority, seemed to conspire against me. I just need this to end. I just want it all to be over.

Megan took a step towards me, her smile less mocking but no less intimidating. "Well, Sam, I think that was all I needed. But don't worry, we're not done here yet."

I was completely motionless, the air in the office seeming to grow even colder as I watched Megan's eyes move in a calculating manner, assessing the space around her. The triumphant smile on her face chilled me more than the air conditioning.

Then, I saw her approach Valeria's desk, where I had left all my clothes and accessories. My eyes widened in horror, panic rising within me as she gathered everything in her arms with an irritating calmness.

"Megan, what are you doing?" I asked with a trembling voice, my breath ragged as I took a step towards her, still covering myself with my arms.

"Just improving the dynamics a bit, Sam," she replied with a smile as she started walking towards a small door at the back of the office.

It was the Creativity Room, a soundproofed space equipped with whiteboards, mobile furniture, and projectors. It was the room Valeria used for brainstorming sessions or informal meetings, but at this moment, Megan seemed to have other plans.

I followed her with my eyes, my body paralyzed by fear as she inspected the place with interest. Her eyes lit up when she saw a cabinet in one of the corners, with a small key still inserted in the lock.

"Perfect," Megan murmured, opening the cabinet with a slow movement, almost as if she were enjoying the scene. Inside, there was enough space to store my things, and before I could stop her, I watched as she carefully folded each garment and placed them inside.

"Megan, don't do this," I said, my voice breaking as I took another step towards her. But my body trembled so much that I could barely move.

Megan didn't respond. She closed the cabinet door with a firm click that resonated in my ears like an endless echo. And then, with a slow, almost painful movement, she removed the key from the cabinet, holding it between her fingers as she looked at me.

"See this?" she said with a smile that didn't hide her satisfaction. "Now I have the key. And I don't think you'll need it anytime soon."

My legs trembled as I watched her put the key in her jean pocket, securing it as if it were a trophy.

Then, as if her triumph wasn't enough, she returned to Valeria's desk. My access card, the only item she hadn't stored in the cabinet, was still there, solitary on the desk. Megan picked it up with a deliberate movement, holding it between her fingers before looking at me directly.

"I think I'll take this too," she said with a carefree tone, twirling the card between her fingers. "I'm sure you don't need it now, right?"

"You can't do this," I managed to say, though my voice sounded weak and desperate. "Megan, please..."

"Of course, I can," she replied, shrugging as she slid the card into the other pocket of her jean. "And I am doing it. Now, Sam, I wonder how long you'll last here before someone comes up and finds you like this. That would be interesting, wouldn't it?"

Panic completely overwhelmed me. My mind was filled with images of Valeria or Carla entering through that door, finding me in this state. I tried to speak, to plead, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

Megan, for her part, seemed to enjoy every second, her smile growing as she watched me from the center of the office.

Megan stopped just before leaving Valeria's office, turning to look at me one last time. Her mocking smile left no doubt about how much she was enjoying this situation. Her eyes scanned my figure from top to bottom with intentional slowness, as if she wanted to make sure I felt every second of my vulnerability.

"See you soon, Sam," she said with a carefree tone, as her lips curved into a smile full of triumph.

"Megan, you can't leave me here!", I tried to say, but my voice came out more as a desperate plea than an order.

She didn't respond. She simply turned on her heels, opened Valeria's office door, and left, closing it behind her with a firm sound that resonated in my head like an endless echo.

For a moment, I stood completely still, the silence of the office enveloping me. My heart pounded as I tried to process what had just happened. Did she really leave me here alone? Like this, with nothing?

My first reaction was impulsive: to run after her, demand that she return my things. But a thought stopped me in my tracks. The security cameras. I knew that outside, in the hallways and in the elevator, the cameras were active, watching every corner. Although the seventh floor was empty, those cameras would make me visible if I went out naked. I couldn't afford to have someone review those recordings.

Instead, I carefully approached the inner blinds of Valeria's office. I parted them just enough to look outside without being seen. From there, I saw Megan walking calmly down the hallway, as if she didn't have a single worry in the world.

I followed her with my eyes as she walked away, each of her steps increasing the distance between us. Her confident and relaxed gait made my frustration and embarrassment grow even more. Finally, she turned the corner of the hallway and disappeared from my view, leaving me completely alone.

"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, stepping away from the blinds.

My eyes desperately searched for a solution, any way out of this disaster. My gaze fixed on the cabinet where Megan had stored all my things. I ran to it, grabbing the handle with force and trying to turn it. But, as I feared, the cabinet was locked. I shook it a couple of times, as if that would magically make it open, but it was useless. Megan had made sure to take the key and keep it with her.

I leaned against the cabinet, feeling desperation take over me. I was not only trapped completely naked in Valeria's office, but I was also completely cut off. My cell phone, the only tool I could have used to ask for help, was left in the fifth-floor office.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Think, Sam. There has to be a solution. But every thought that came to my mind clashed with the harsh reality of my situation: I was trapped, vulnerable, and with no immediate options.

Time seemed to stand still as I stood there, alone in that immaculate office, with the perfectly organized furniture that only seemed to mock my chaotic reality.

Every second that passed in that office felt like a weight on my shoulders. I looked around desperately, my eyes stopping at every corner of Valeria's impeccably organized space. The curved monitor on the desk remained on standby mode, softly blinking as if waiting for someone to use it. The laptop, closed but connected, seemed to silently observe me from its place.

Each object in the office seemed to reflect its owner's personality, everything had that competitive air, that sense of someone who works meticulously to be the best at everything she does. The minimalist decoration, the furniture in shades of gray and blue, even the empty cup holder next to the keyboard... everything spoke of someone who left nothing to chance, someone who always sought to prove her worth.

My eyes rested on the framed certificate on the wall. The words "Strategic Merit Recognition" seemed to mock me from their privileged place. It was a constant reminder of how much Valeria strived to stand out, to make herself noticed. And here I was, an intruder in her space, completely vulnerable. If she knew I was here, naked... she could get me fired, and something like this would be perfect for ruining me.

I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. I don't have time for this. I need a solution. But every time I looked around, everything I saw reminded me that this wasn't my place.

My breath quickened as I scanned the office for something, anything, that could help me. I approached the small cabinets under the desk, pulling on the handles with force. Empty. Only perfectly organized folders with immaculate labels: "Project Analysis," "Monthly Reports," "Budgets." Not a single piece of clothing, not even a blanket or something to cover myself with.

I opened the desk drawers with the same desperation. The first one was full of office supplies: pens, clips, sticky notes. The second had an additional agenda, also organized with carefully marked dates. Not a trace of anything that could help me.

As I searched, my hands trembled, and my breath grew more irregular. What am I doing? This is crazy. Being here is already a disrespect. Valeria would never allow me to be in her personal space without her permission, much less snooping around.

Every time my gaze crossed something that clearly belonged to Valeria, I felt a bigger knot form in my stomach. There was something intimidating about how orderly everything was, as if even the slightest alteration would be noticed.

Finally, I stopped, leaning against the desk as I tried to calm my breath. I looked towards the small Creativity Room through the glass walls, but I knew there was nothing useful there. The cabinet where my things were stored remained an insurmountable obstacle, locked and out of my reach.

How did I get myself into this? I thought, closing my eyes tightly for a moment. But the images of Megan storing my things, closing the cabinet, and taking the key with her were still imprinted in my mind.

I opened my eyes and looked around once more, hoping I had overlooked something. Nothing. There was absolutely nothing I could use to cover myself. Every corner of the office seemed to be conspiring against me, reminding me that this wasn't my place.

The cold air from the air conditioner continued to hit my skin, intensifying my nervousness. I sat for a moment in Valeria's chair, feeling the cool leather surface stick to my skin. Sitting there didn't calm me; instead, it only made my discomfort grow.

I need to get out of here. But I can't do it like this. I can't go out into the hallway... I can't stay here forever.

Thoughts swirled in my mind as the feeling of being trapped became increasingly unbearable. I had no plan, and every time I looked around, everything I saw reminded me of how out of place I was.

The silence in the office was suddenly interrupted by the echo of footsteps in the outside hallway. My heart stopped for a moment before racing uncontrollably. Who could it be? Maybe someone from the cleaning staff or an employee who had forgotten something. But what does it matter? I can't let them see me like this.

The sound of the footsteps resonated clearly against the high-quality polished floor, the material amplifying each movement as if the building were conspiring to expose me. I looked around desperately, my hands trembling as I searched for a place to hide. The blinds were completely closed, and although I could try to peek through the slats, panic paralyzed me. What if they see me? What if they're closer than I think?

The air conditioning seemed colder than ever, the contrast with the cold sweat covering my skin making my body tremble. My breath became more erratic as the footsteps drew closer, each one resonating louder than the last.

Now the footsteps were so close that they seemed to be right outside Valeria's office door. Think, Sam, think! Finally, my gaze landed on the Creativity Room.

I ran to the small soundproofed room, my feet sliding slightly on the smooth floor but managing to make minimal noise. I entered and closed the door behind me as quickly as I could, praying that no one had heard the faint click of the latch. I hid behind one of the mobile tables, crouching against the wall, trying to make myself as small as possible.

From my hiding place in the Creativity Room, I heard Valeria's office door open with the beep of an access card. My muscles tensed even more as I heard footsteps enter the space, but this time I wasn't alone. A familiar voice broke the silence, clear and firm: it was Valeria.

"Why do you think Sam needed us to come up?" Valeria asked, her tone filled with curiosity.

Another voice, equally familiar, responded with a lighter tone: Carla. "I have no idea. Megan was pretty vague about it, but it seemed important. She said Sam wanted to show us something."

My eyes closed tightly, a cold sweat running down my back. Megan... of course it had to be Megan. This is another one of her tricks. She wants me to be discovered.

Valeria let out an audible sigh. "I don't understand why she didn't just come down to tell us. And sending her access card... that was strange, don't you think?"

"Yes," Carla agreed, her voice more animated. "Megan seemed too... I don't know, excited. But I thought maybe she was excited about something Sam found."

From my hiding place, I could hear their footsteps as they walked around the office. They seemed to be inspecting the place, confused by the lack of activity.

"Well, there's nothing out of the ordinary here," Valeria said after a moment, her tone now more serious. "My office is as it always is. Where is Sam?"

Carla laughed softly. "Maybe she's in the bathroom or in the Creativity Room. Although, if Megan sent us up here, I thought it would be something urgent."

I opened my eyes and bit my lower lip to keep the panic from overwhelming me completely. What am I going to do? If they find me like this... My mind raced, but there was no solution. If I came out, it would be immediate humiliation. If I stayed, they would eventually search for me anyway.

Valeria spoke again, her tone now more inquisitive. "This doesn't make sense. Why would she make us come up if she's not here? Something doesn't add up."

"Maybe Megan didn't understand what Sam wanted," Carla suggested.

"Do you think Megan is playing a joke on us?" Valeria said, her tone slightly exasperated.

Carla let out a soft laugh. "Knowing Megan, it wouldn't surprise me."

My hands trembled as I tried to remain silent. They were just a few steps away from the door to the Creativity Room, and I knew it wouldn't be long before they decided to look in here.

"Let's check," Valeria finally said, her determination clear in her voice. "If we don't find her, we'll go back to the fifth floor. This is starting to feel like a waste of time."

The footsteps grew closer to the door. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as I crouched even lower behind the mobile table, trying to make myself invisible.

The sound of footsteps resonated louder and louder, each impact against the seventh-floor floor like a hammer blow to my already fragile calm. Hiding behind the mobile table in the Creativity Room, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, each beat stronger than the last, each breath shallower.

Valeria and Carla were right outside. I knew it. I felt it. Every little sound on the other side of the door seemed amplified: the rustle of fabric, a slight adjustment of their steps, even the steady rhythm of their breathing.

"Maybe she's in here," Valeria's firm voice said.

"Do you really think she went in here?" Carla responded with a more relaxed tone, but equally intrigued.

I couldn't see them, but I could imagine their confused looks, their inquisitive gestures as they tried to understand the situation. My entire body was frozen, every muscle tensed to the max. A part of me wanted to run, to seek a desperate escape, but the reality was that I had nowhere to go.

The silence was broken by the soft click of the door handle turning.

My heart stopped.

The faint creak of the door opening was like the scratch of nails on a chalkboard. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing to disappear, praying for a miracle I knew wouldn't come.

"Sam?" Valeria's voice was clear, sharp.

From my hiding place behind the table, I could feel her eyes scanning the room. I could hear her footsteps as she entered, the light echo of her shoes on the floor.

I slowly opened my eyes, but panic clouded my vision. I knew it was a matter of seconds before they found me, before their gazes would lock onto me.

And then it happened.

"What the hell...?" Carla murmured, her tone a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Oh my God!" Valeria exclaimed upon seeing me.

My eyes met hers for a moment that felt eternal. Her expression was one of pure surprise, her lips slightly parted, her eyes widening with each passing second. Carla, beside her, brought her hand to her mouth, as if she couldn't process what she was seeing.

"Samantha? What are you doing?" Valeria's voice was now a mix of incredulity and bewilderment, but with a hint of authority that made me shrink further.

My arms instinctively moved to cover myself better, but there wasn't enough skin to hide what they had already seen. My body trembled uncontrollably, and I felt the cold air conditioning like blades against my skin.

"No... this isn't what it looks like..." I stammered, but the words choked in my throat.

"Isn't what it looks like?" Carla repeated, still with her hand over her mouth. Her eyes shone with a mix of shock and confusion. "Sam, you're... what are you doing here... naked?"

"Where is your clothing?" Valeria asked with a more direct tone, clearly trying to regain control of the situation.

My lips trembled, but I couldn't respond. My mind went blank, unable to formulate a coherent explanation. All I could feel was the weight of their gazes on me, analyzing every inch of my naked and vulnerable body.

The silence in the room was deafening, interrupted only by the distant hum of the air conditioning.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Valeria insisted, this time with a colder tone, still incredulous.

I tried to speak, but my words came out as a muffled whisper. "I... I don't... I don't know..."

For some reason I couldn't comprehend, the confusion on their faces began to transform into something else: a mix of bewilderment and curiosity. I could see their minds trying to put the pieces of what they were witnessing together, and this only made my shame grow.

Each passing second made me feel smaller, more insignificant. The Creativity Room, which had once been my refuge, was now my prison, a place that creatively amplified my humiliation.

Valeria crossed her arms, looking at me with a calculating expression, while Carla averted her gaze, as if she didn't know how to handle the situation.

The silence in the Creativity Room was absolute, save for the hum of the air conditioning and my own ragged breath. Valeria continued to watch me, her arms crossed, as a slow transformation took place on her face. The initial surprise began to dissipate, giving way to something much more calculated.

Her eyes, always so analytical, seemed to scrutinize every detail of my naked body. It was as if she were processing, step by step, the advantage that had just fallen into her hands. Her relaxed posture, the slight arch of an eyebrow... everything about her screamed that she was starting to enjoy what she saw, not in the obvious sense, but for the possibilities it presented.

"Samantha, get out of there," Valeria ordered, her voice hard but with a hint of barely contained mockery.

I didn't move. My body was paralyzed by shame and fear.

"Sam," she insisted, her tone sharper. "Get out of there right now. And I hope you have a very good explanation for this."

I knew I had no choice. I closed my eyes for a moment, wishing the ground would swallow me, but finally, with trembling legs and a burning face, I slowly got up from my hiding place.

Valeria and Carla watched as I came out from behind the mobile table, my arms desperately trying to cover the impossible. My entire body trembled, and not just from the cold air conditioning, but from the weight of their gazes.

Valeria's face was a mix of incredulity and severity, her lips slightly pursed as her eyes scanned every inch of my naked body. Carla, on the other hand, seemed to be struggling to maintain a serious expression. Her lips trembled, and her eyes shone with contained amusement that threatened to burst at any moment.

"What are you doing, Sam?" Valeria finally asked, her tone as cold as the air around us.

"No... this isn't what it looks like..." I managed to stammer, my voice barely audible as I kept my head down, unable to look at them directly.

"Isn't what it looks like?" Valeria repeated, with a disbelieving laugh that barely disguised her disdain. "Sam, you're... like this, naked, in my office. Without my permission. What do you think it looks like?"

My lips trembled as I tried to respond, but the words wouldn't come out. My mind went blank, and the weight of humiliation made my legs feel like jelly.

"This is... a complete lack of respect," Valeria continued, crossing her arms as she looked at me sternly. "Not only are you here, in my space, but you're hiding here completely naked. This goes beyond inappropriate, Sam. It's shameful."

"I... I didn't mean... it was..." I tried to say, but my words choked in my throat.

"Was what, Sam?" Valeria interrupted, her tone sharp. "Some kind of absurd joke? Or did you just think you could use my office for... whatever it is you're doing here?"

Carla couldn't contain her reaction anymore. She let out a slight laugh, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide it, but her mocking gaze spoke for itself.

"I'm sorry," I finally said, my voice breaking as my eyes filled with tears.

"Are you sorry?" Valeria arched an eyebrow, her voice dripping with incredulity. "Sammy, you look like a cheap prostitute, "

Her words were like daggers, cutting through my dignity and exposing a deep shame.

Carla bit her lip, her face now divided between amazement and evident amusement. "Valeria... this is... I don't even know what to say."

"That's clear," Valeria replied, straightening her posture as if to emphasize her authority at that moment. "But, Sammy, there's something I don't understand."

My eyes lifted slightly at hearing the nickname, but I didn't say anything.

"What is it, Sammy?" Valeria said, tilting her head as she looked at me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Why aren't you correcting me this time? You're always so quick to remind me it's Samantha. What changed now?"

I opened my mouth to correct her, but my throat closed. I barely managed to form a faint sound, no more than a sigh.

"Ah, I see," Valeria said, smiling widely. "It seems Sammy doesn't have anything to say. It's curious how things change, isn't it?"

Carla let out another laugh, this time without trying to hide it. As for me, I felt the humiliation envelop me completely. I was shaking from head to toe, unable to respond, unable to do anything but stand there, completely at their mercy.

The air in the Creativity Room felt heavy, charged with a tension that enveloped me like an invisible prison. In front of me, Valeria and Carla were perfectly composed, their impeccable outfits and confident posture contrasting with my naked state.

My eyes instinctively lowered to the floor, unable to bear the judging gazes that pierced me. They're not just better dressed than me; they're everything I should be right now: composed, untouchable, invulnerable. The irony of my nakedness, so completely opposite to theirs, suffocated me.

Suddenly, I saw a movement. The familiar sound of a phone buzzing to life made me look up quickly. Valeria had her cell phone in her hand, and my heart sank when I saw it pointed directly at me.

"Smile, Samy," Valeria said with a tone that was both light and cruel.

"No, please!" I exclaimed, my trembling hands trying to cover myself even more, though I knew it was useless.

The click of the camera resonated like a gunshot in the air. My eyes filled with tears as I tried to move, but my legs were rooted to the floor by fear. This can't be happening. It can't be true.

"Valeria, this is too much..." Carla said with a barely contained laugh, but instead of stopping, she took out her own phone and started taking pictures as well.

"Carla, not you too," I pleaded, my voice breaking as I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. "Please... stop!"

Carla let out a full laugh as she pointed her phone at me. "I'm sorry, Sam. It's just that this... this is too good to be true. I can't believe it."

Each click of their cameras was like a physical blow. My arms moved frantically, trying to block their photos, but I only managed to tire myself further and humiliate myself more.

"Girls, please! Stop!" Tears ran down my cheeks as my words came out in gasps, full of desperation.

Valeria lowered her phone and looked at me with a calculating smile. "You know, Samy? These photos are quite... compromising, aren't they? I could send them right now to the Human Resources department. I'm sure they'd be interested in knowing what you were doing here, in my office, completely naked."

"No!" I cried, my voice high with panic. "Valeria, please don't do that. I beg you!"

She tilted her head, pretending to consider it. "Or maybe we don't need Human Resources. Maybe I should send them directly to the police. Did you know that this could be considered public indecency, Samy? I'm sure you wouldn't like that."

I felt my world crumbling. My legs gave way, and I fell to my knees on the floor, my hands still covering my body as tears fell uncontrollably. "Please... don't send those photos. I beg you..."

"Why not, Sam?" Carla asked, her tone mocking as she put her phone away. "Give me one reason not to."

The words formed in my throat before I could stop them, each one coming out like a weight falling to the ground with a crash.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do," I whispered, my voice broken and trembling, "but don't send those photos... please."

The silence that followed was more oppressive than any words. Valeria and Carla looked at each other, their expressions slowly changing as the words I had just said settled in the air.

Valeria was the first to smile, a slow, calculating gesture that spread across her face as her eyes shone with something I couldn't describe. Carla arched an eyebrow, and her smile followed Valeria's, though there was something more in her gaze: understanding, yes, but also excitement.

At that moment, I understood what I had just done. I had handed over any fragment of power I had left, leaving them with something they couldn't have planned but now clearly understood.

Valeria leaned forward, her sharp eyes fixed on mine. "Anything, Samy? Will you really do anything?"

My breath was shallow, but I couldn't retract. I could only nod, unable to look at either of them as the weight of my words fell on me.

Carla let out a small laugh, turning towards Valeria. "This... this is getting interesting."

Valeria didn't take her eyes off me, her smile growing slowly. "Oh, Samy. I think you've just given us a lot of possibilities. A lot."

Valeria leaned slightly forward, her eyes sharp as blades as she looked at me with a smile that promised nothing good. Her words came out with a calm tone, almost as if she were enjoying every syllable.

"You know, Samy? I could have used this situation in a much more... definitive way."

My body trembled uncontrollably as I tried to process what she was saying. Carla, beside her, crossed her arms and watched me with a mix of curiosity and amusement, but she didn't interrupt Valeria.

"I could send these photos directly to Human Resources," she continued, her voice laden with intention. "You know, I wouldn't have to argue that someone like you, who doesn't respect boundaries or professionalism, shouldn't work here. Especially not in a sensitive area like systems, since a single image of you naked would be worth a thousand words haha"

My lips trembled, but I couldn't form words. The implications of what she was saying stabbed at my chest like daggers.

Valeria let out a soft, sarcastic laugh. "That would open a perfect path for me, you know? I've been thinking of applying for a position in your department for a while. And if you weren't there anymore... well, let's just say it would be much easier."

"Please... no..." I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

"But," she added, lifting a finger in a theatrical gesture, "then I would lose something much more interesting."

Carla let out a chuckle, tilting her head as she looked at Valeria. "What are you thinking, Valeria? I'm intrigued."

Valeria didn't respond right away. Instead, she put her hand in her pants pocket and pulled out a small metallic object that shone under the light of the room. My heart stopped as I recognized what she was holding between her fingers.

"Does this look familiar, Samy?" she asked, lifting the key so I could see it clearly.

My eyes widened as a torrent of emotions overwhelmed me. That was the key to the cabinet in the Creativity Room, the place where Megan had stored all my belongings before leaving me trapped.

"Is... is that the key?" I stammered, my words coming out in gasps as my voice broke with hope and fear.

"Ah, so you recognize it," Valeria said, smiling with satisfaction. "I knew Megan had something to do with this. When she gave me this key on the fifth floor, I didn't understand what it was for. She just said I might need it upstairs. Now it all makes sense."

"Valeria, please..." I began, my gaze fixed on the key as if it were my salvation. "I need that key. Without it, I can't..."

"Get your things back," Valeria completed, her tone mocking as she twirled the key between her fingers. "Yes, I understand that perfectly, Samy."

Carla leaned slightly towards Valeria, with a playful smile on her face. "Valeria, I think you've just gotten something much better than those photos."

"Definitely," Valeria responded, with a smile that now showed all her power.

My eyes shifted from the metallic shine of the key to the movement Valeria made as she touched her neck. My breath stopped as I noticed something I hadn't perceived before: my access card, which belonged to me, was hanging from Valeria's neck.

"Do you realize how well positioned you are today, Samy?" Valeria continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Not only do I have your belongings under lock and key, but I also have your access card. Literally, you can't move without depending on me."

My knees gave way again, and I fell to the floor, my body trembling as I tried to cover myself even more. Tears began to accumulate in my eyes as the weight of my situation fell on me like an avalanche.

"Valeria, please..." I pleaded again, my voice broken and trembling. "Give me back my things. I beg you. You can't leave me like this."

"Oh, I can do much more than leave you like this," Valeria said, leaning towards me with a superior smile. "But don't worry, Samy. From now on, we're going to find out exactly how far you're willing to go to make sure these photos don't end up in the wrong hands."

Carla let out a small laugh as she looked at Valeria, clearly enjoying the show. "This is getting better every minute."

As for me, I was lost. I had no control, no dignity, and now, with Valeria holding all the cards, I had no choice but to face the consequences of my own vulnerability.

Valeria, still holding the key in her hand, slowly twirled it between her fingers as she watched me with a calculating gaze. Carla, beside her, seemed to be holding back another laugh, her expression clearly amused as she crossed her arms and enjoyed the spectacle.

"Look where you are, Samy," Valeria began, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "The great and professional Samantha López, always so impeccable, so correct... and now, look at you. Pathetic."

The words fell on me like a cascade of stones. I knew I couldn't defend myself, not in this state, not with them having absolute control.

"Do you remember all those times in meetings when you would correct us?" Valeria continued, her mocking smile widening. "Like when you said our last strategy report didn't have 'enough attention to detail.' How ironic, isn't it? Because right now, the only detail that seems to matter is how ridiculous you look here, begging us."

Carla let out a laugh, covering her mouth as if trying to contain it.

"You can't say you don't deserve this, Samy," Valeria added, her voice adopting a more serious but equally venomous tone. "You've always acted as if you were above everyone, as if no one could reach you. But now, you can't even stand up from the floor without trembling like a leaf."

I felt the heat rise to my face, my cheeks burning as tears threatened to spill again.

"Do you remember that day at the quarterly presentation?" Valeria asked, feigning a thoughtful tone as she took a step closer. "When you mentioned that my graphs weren't properly aligned. You said that in front of all the executives, didn't you? It was so humiliating... but now I understand that you were just projecting your insecurity."

"That was brutal," Carla commented with a laugh, looking at Valeria with a smile.

"And here we are," Valeria continued, her tone sharper. "I guess fate has its way of balancing things, don't you think? Because right now, Samy, I don't care how perfectly you align a graph. All I see is a completely defeated woman, begging us for mercy."

Each word was a direct blow to my self-esteem, tearing away any fragment of dignity I might have left.

"Valeria, please..." I managed to say, my voice broken and trembling. "It doesn't have to be like this. I'm not... I'm not trying to cause trouble."

"Oh, Samy," Valeria said, letting out a cold laugh. "That's the point. It's not about what you want anymore. Because right now, you have nothing. No clothes, no control, not even your precious professionalism to hold you up. All you have is yourself, completely naked... and completely at our mercy."

Carla finally let out a full laugh, leaning slightly forward as she struggled to catch her breath. "This is too much. I can't believe we're seeing this."

The weight of their words and laughter crushed me. I wanted to disappear, vanish, escape somehow from this nightmare, but I was trapped, and I knew it. My hands trembled as I tried to cover myself more, though it no longer mattered.

"And to think Megan left you here like this," Valeria said, leaning towards me with a predatory smile. "It's like she threw you directly to the sharks. I wonder if she knew what was going to happen."

Carla nodded, still laughing softly. "Well, if she didn't know, she certainly made things interesting."

"That's for sure," Valeria added, straightening up and looking at the key in her hand. "But, you know what, Samy? I don't care why you're here or what happened before. The only thing that matters now is that I have you in my hands... and I'm having a lot of fun deciding what to do with you."

Her words were a brutal reminder of my position. They had the power, and I had absolutely nothing.

Valeria's words continued to echo in my mind, each one like a hammer blow to the little that remained of my confidence. My lips trembled as I tried to gather the courage to say something, anything that might divert her attention. Finally, I managed to murmur:

"Megan... where is Megan? I... I should be in charge of her. Mrs. Beatriz asked me to."

For a moment, Valeria seemed confused, but that only lasted a second before her smile returned, this time sharper, more mocking.

"You... in charge of Megan?" Valeria repeated, letting out a sarcastic laugh that filled the room. "Samy, dear, how can you be in charge of someone when you can't even be in charge of yourself?"

Carla let out a giggle, covering her mouth to try to contain it, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.

I tried to hug myself tighter, as if my own arms could protect me from the reality surrounding me. Every word of Valeria's kept echoing in my mind, each of Carla's stares piercing like needles into my already crumbling sense of dignity. I felt like prey in front of two predators, with no way out, no respite to regain control.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carla lean towards Valeria, whispering something in her ear. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but the change in Valeria's expression was immediate. Her lips curved into a slow, almost satisfied smile, and her eyes sparkled with an intensity that only amplified my sense of vulnerability. Before I could even wonder what they were plotting, Valeria walked towards the door.

"Actually," Valeria continued, straightening up with a theatrical gesture, "if you're so concerned about Megan, why don't you get out of here and go look for her? She's probably downstairs in your aunt's office. What do you say? Are you up for leaving right now and going to her?"

My arms tightened even more against my body, as if I could somehow protect myself from her gaze, from her words. The mere thought of leaving this office, of walking down the hallways with the security cameras recording every move... panic took hold of me.

"I can't...", I whispered, my voice broken and barely audible.

"Can't you?" Valeria repeated, with a soft and cruel laugh. "Come on, Samy. If Megan is so important, now is the time to prove it. I'll open the door for you myself."

Before I could process her words, with a confident move, she pressed the door handle and opened it wide. The empty hallway stretched before me, illuminated by the cold lights of the seventh floor.

"Go ahead," Valeria said, pointing towards the exit with her hand. "The way is clear... although, of course, the security cameras are active. But I'm sure that doesn't bother you, does it, Samy?"

My eyes filled with tears as I slowly shook my head, my feet unable to move from the spot.

"No?" Valeria let out a soft laugh, almost delighted by my reaction. "That's what I thought."

While I tried to assimilate the weight of her words, Carla approached Valeria again, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. Valeria tilted her head slightly as she listened, and then her face lit up with an expression of satisfaction.

"Can you do that?" Valeria asked, in a tone low enough that I couldn't quite catch her words.

Carla nodded with a complicit smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Perfect," Valeria said, holding the office door.

I couldn't hear what Valeria and Carla were whispering, but the expression on their faces said it all. Valeria seemed more confident, more determined, and Carla had that spark of satisfaction that only made me more nervous. My mind spun frantically, trying to guess what they were plotting. And then I remembered: Carla had been flirting with the guy who operated the security cameras. Suddenly, a feeling of emptiness settled in my stomach. What... what are they planning?

Before I could gather the courage to say something, Valeria turned her attention back to me. Her smile widened, a mix of triumph and amusement as she held the door open.

"Go ahead, Samy," she said, pointing to the hallway. "It's time to leave my office; I don't want you here."

Panic pierced me like a lightning bolt, but I knew I had no options. My mind was trapped in a whirlwind of fear and desperation. With clumsy steps, almost staggering, I moved towards the door. Each step was a struggle, as if my feet were made of lead. My gaze darted frantically down the hallway, looking for any sign that I was alone. But I couldn't ignore the security cameras, mounted in every strategic corner, with their dark lenses pointing directly at me.

Are they recording? Is someone watching me right now? The thought made me hug my arms tighter against my body, even though I knew it was useless.

When I finally crossed the door, I stopped abruptly. The cold of the hallway enveloped me like a slap, intensifying the feeling of exposure. I turned slowly, looking around with wide eyes, every sound in the building amplified in my head.

Behind me, Valeria and Carla stepped out of the office, closing the door with a dry click. The noise resonated like a hammer blow in my mind. My clothes, my only salvation, were inside, now inaccessible without an access card.

"There you go, Samy," Valeria said, her tone light but with an obvious taunt. "The whole hallway is yours. Do you like it?"

My lips trembled, but I couldn't form words. The floor beneath my feet seemed to wobble as the two of them watched me with obvious amusement.

"I think you look better like this," Carla commented, leaning slightly towards Valeria, her low laugh echoing in the empty hallway.

Valeria smiled broadly. "Don't worry, Samy. I'm sure you'll find a way to... get downstairs. Just don't count on our help."

Her words were like a dagger, but I didn't have time to process them before they both started walking down the hallway, slowly moving away, leaving me there, standing like a statue, unable to move, unable to think about what to do next.

My legs were trembling so much that I could barely stand. My mind screamed that I had to move, do something, but my body was frozen, as if the orders weren't reaching my muscles. Valeria, noticing my immobility, let out a soft laugh, the mocking sound echoing in the empty hallway.

"What's the matter, Samy? Have you given up? Come on, we don't have all day," she said, slowly approaching me.

Before I could process it, I felt her hand on my shoulder, a light push that made me take a step forward.

"That's it. Come on, one foot in front of the other," Valeria added, with a tone that mimicked someone encouraging a small child.

My body reacted clumsily, trying to resist her pushes, but my feet moved without strength or will of their own. Each step was like walking towards an abyss, and my heart raced as the security cameras seemed to follow every move.

When we reached the cubicle area, panic finally overcame me. My eyes darted frantically, looking for any place where I could hide. And then I saw it: one of the closest cubicles, with its wide desk and low walls that barely offered any cover. Without thinking, I dropped to the floor and slid under the desk, curling into a ball and hugging my arms tightly to my body.

"Really, Samy? Are you hiding like a mouse?" Valeria's voice came from above, accompanied by a mocking laugh.

From my position, I could see the shine of her perfectly polished shoes. She was standing right in front of the cubicle, clearly enjoying my misery. Before I could say anything, I heard the unmistakable click of a phone camera.

"Perfect," Valeria murmured, the tone of satisfaction in her voice was unmistakable. "These are going to be memorable photos."

"Valeria, please... don't do this..." I whispered, my voice breaking as tears ran down my face.

"Do what, Samy? I'm just immortalizing this moment. You should thank me. I'm sure you'll want to remember this experience later," she replied, clearly delighting in my humiliation.

Carla, who had remained silent until now, let out a laugh that seemed to fill everything. "You know? This is even better than I imagined."

My arms hugged my body tighter, trying to ignore their words, but the weight of my humiliation was crushing.

"Come on, Samy," Valeria said after a few seconds, her tone becoming more authoritative. "You'd better hurry up and get out of there. Because if you don't, Carla and I might decide it's time to leave. What would you do then, huh?"

My eyes opened wide. The mere thought of staying here, alone, without access to the office, without clothes, was too much to bear. Panic took hold of me, and although my body shook violently, I knew I had no choice.

"Alright, Samy," Valeria added, taking a step towards the cubicle and looking down with that cruel smile on her face. "What will it be? Are you still playing hide-and-seek, or are you going to do something useful for once?"

The words pierced me like blades, and I knew my resistance was futile. They were enjoying every second of my misery, and I had no way to stop them.

My voice trembled as I tried to find the courage to speak from my hiding place under the desk. I knew that whatever I said would probably be useless, but I couldn't stay silent. I had to try something, anything.

"Valeria... this isn't fair," I finally managed to say, my voice breaking as my tears continued to fall. "You know the security cameras are recording. You said you wouldn't get me fired... but if those recordings get out, my career is over."

For a moment, silence filled the space. But then, Carla let out a low, mocking laugh, leaning slightly towards Valeria as if they were sharing a secret.

"Relax, Samy," Carla said with an almost casual tone, but full of intention. "You don't have to worry about that. I'll take care of that little detail. So, technically, you can relax."

My mind took a few seconds to process her words, but any relief I might have felt was immediately replaced by a cold feeling in my stomach as I heard what Carla said next.

"Of course, that also means that, if we want to, we could have you walk all over the building. In fact, we have the freedom to do... pretty much whatever we want with you."

My eyes widened, panic taking hold of me as my mind filled with images I couldn't ignore. My lips trembled, but I couldn't articulate any words.

"Did you see her face?" Valeria said with a laugh, pointing at me as if I were a spectacle. "She just realized the possibilities. And, honestly, Samy, they are endless."

Carla laughed, covering her mouth for a moment before looking at Valeria. "Definitely, this is the best decision we've made in a long time."

My hands clenched against my body, my breathing became erratic as I tried to calm down, but their taunts kept hitting me like wave after wave.

"Now," Valeria said, straightening up and adjusting the access card hanging around her neck, "I think it's time for you to continue your tour, Samy. After all, we don't want it to get too late."

My gaze lifted to her, filled with disbelief. "The fifth floor? You really want me to go down there?"

"Exactly," Valeria responded, with a smile as wide as it was cruel. "The tour won't happen on its own."

My legs could barely hold me up as I stood from under the desk. Each step towards the hallway made me tremble more, but I knew I had no other choice. My mind kept turning over Carla's words, the possibility that they could take me beyond what I had ever imagined.

Valeria and Carla walked behind me, their low laughter resonating like a shadow in my consciousness. They knew perfectly well the control they had, and I, completely defenseless, couldn't do anything to stop them.

My legs trembled as I slowly walked down the hallway, with Valeria and Carla following me like two shadows. When I reached the end of the floor, my gaze fell on the door to the stairs and, to the side, the elevator. My mind worked quickly, trying to find a way to regain some control over the situation.

The stairs... I thought, feeling a glimmer of relief. If I took the stairs, at least I would avoid the elevator cameras. It would only be two floors down, but I preferred facing physical exhaustion to additional humiliation.

I made a quick decision and opened the door to the stairs. The echo of my footsteps resonated in the empty space as I stepped down the first stair, but before I could take the next one, I felt a firm hand grabbing my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Valeria's voice was low, but laden with authority.

I turned slowly, meeting her cold, calculating eyes.

"I didn't say you could take the stairs, Samy," she continued, her mocking smile curving her lips. "You're going to take the elevator, as it should be."

"But... the stairs are faster," I tried to say, my voice trembling, though I knew my argument held no weight.

Valeria gave me a small tug, pulling me back into the hallway. "It's not about speed, Samy. It's about doing things as I say. Now, to the elevator."

I swallowed hard, feeling my resistance crumble completely. I looked towards the elevator, knowing it also had cameras, and panic rose like a knot in my throat. But I couldn't do anything but obey. With faltering steps, I approached the elevator and entered behind them.

The steel doors closed with a soft whisper, and the first thing I saw was my own reflection in the mirrors covering the elevator walls. My breath stopped.

There I was, completely naked, stripped of any dignity, my arms crossed over my body in a futile attempt to cover my nakedness, my erect nipples, and my flat stomach. My face, red from tears, showed a mix of fear and shame, while my disheveled hair fell over my shoulders, accentuating my vulnerability. The white light of the elevator made my skin appear even paler, and my eyes, wide open with panic, looked empty and scared.

Carla, standing next to the buttons, pressed the number 5 with a playful smile. "You know? I hadn't noticed, but she's bald down there." Her gaze fell on my intimacy, making it clear she was referring to my shaved pussy.

Valeria, beside me, couldn't hide her amusement. "What a pervert, and look, there are mirrors everywhere, Samy. Isn't it wonderful to be able to see yourself from all angles? Because I'd say this is your best... perspective."

My gaze automatically lowered, unable to keep facing the image in the mirrors. But my eyes kept finding my reflection on every wall, no matter where I looked.

"What's the matter, Samy? Don't you like what you see?" Valeria said, leaning slightly towards me as she spoke with a mocking tone. "From here, it seems you can't hide from anything."

The elevator began to descend, the soft hum of the motor barely audible over the deafening beat of my heart. With each passing second, I felt more trapped, more exposed.

I tried to hug my arms tighter against my body, but there was no way to escape the reality surrounding me. I knew I was completely at their mercy, and every second in that elevator cruelly reminded me of this.

The cold metal against my naked skin was an unforgiving reminder of my vulnerability. I had curled up in one of the corners of the elevator, with my arms and legs trying to create some kind of barrier between my body and the relentless gaze of Valeria and Carla. But there was no sufficient barrier. Their eyes remained fixed on me, scanning me from head to toe in a silence that was worse than any comment. Each second stretched like an eternity.

I felt the air in the elevator becoming heavier with each floor we descended. The subtle vibration of the motor and the buzzing of the lights were the only sounds, but in my head, there was deafening chaos.

Finally, with a soft beep, the elevator reached the fifth floor. My muscles tensed as the doors opened with a mechanical whisper. The bright light of the hallway flooded the small space, but instead of offering relief, it made everything feel even more oppressive.

I barely lifted my head, trying to peek to make sure the hallway was empty. My breathing was shallow, and my heart was beating so hard I felt like they could hear it.

"Come on, Samy," Valeria said behind me, her mocking tone echoing in my mind like an implicit order.

My body didn't move, but I barely had time to process it before I felt her firm hand on my back. It wasn't a strong push, but it was enough to make me lose my balance and stumble out of the elevator.

The first contact of my bare feet with the porcelain tiles was like a blow to my senses. The cold of the floor seeped through my body, but it wasn't that that paralyzed me. It was the surroundings.

The hallway, which would normally have been a familiar and routine place, now felt like an intimidating stage. The gray tiles shone under the white light, perfectly polished and aligned, reflecting the immaculate beige walls with white moldings. The minimalist paintings hung at regular intervals seemed to look at me with judgment from above, while the framed achievements of the company seemed to tell me I didn't belong here.

My eyes quickly moved to the numbered doors, with their metal plates indicating the names of managers and their titles. It was a constant reminder of where I was: a space designed for high-ranking officials, for the company's elite, not for someone like me, now completely naked from head to toe.

Each step I took was a struggle. The cold LED lights illuminated every corner, making it impossible to hide in the shadows. It was as if the entire hallway was designed to expose me. The sound of my own bare feet against the floor was amplified by the echo.

Why did she make me come down here? I thought, as a knot formed in my throat. Everything that would normally be a professional work environment now felt hostile, as if the space itself was judging me.

"Are you going to stand there all day, Samy?" Valeria said from behind me, her voice laden with impatience and mockery. "Move. We have things to do."

The sarcasm in her tone pierced me, but I couldn't move. The idea of continuing to walk down that hallway, of moving further in this environment that now seemed to devour me, was too much. My body trembled as my arms tried to cover myself more, as if that were possible.

Carla let out a soft giggle. "Did you see her face? She just realized how real this is."

"Don't worry, Samy," Valeria added, taking a step towards me. "This is just the beginning. Now, move. Megan is waiting for us."

The sound of her voice snapped me out of my paralysis, and with clumsy movements, I started walking, my gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding any reflection of the lights or the door plates. I knew I had no other option, and that knowledge was as cold as the tiles under my feet.

Reaching the door of Beatriz's office was a torment in itself. Each step I took felt heavier than the last, as if the air in the hallway conspired to crush me. When I finally reached the door, my gaze met the security cameras strategically installed in the ceiling corners. I knew they were there, but seeing them pointing directly at me, recording every second of this nightmare, made me tremble even more.

I let out an involuntary whimper, a moan of pure desperation, as my arms clenched tightly against my body. It was as if I were trying to merge with myself, to disappear somehow under my own skin.

The laughter of Valeria and Carla resonated beside me, as if my shame were the greatest spectacle they had ever witnessed.

"Relax, Samy," Valeria said, laughing. "Those cameras don't bite... although they're surely capturing you from your best angle."

Carla leaned slightly towards her, her laughter lower but equally hurtful. "Do you think someone in the security room is enjoying this? Because I'd bet they are."

The words hit me like a brick. No. No. They can't be watching this. My mind spun in circles, trying to process the possibilities, but panic was stronger. Without thinking, I advanced towards the office door, desperate to enter, to escape their gazes, the cameras, everything.

I pushed the door clumsily, bumping into the reinforced glass. The impact made me stumble back as the door emitted a mechanical beep, an unforgiving reminder that I needed an access card to open it.

My breathing became erratic as my hands automatically went to my neck, searching for the card that always hung there, my work tool, my symbol of control. But my fingers found only my clavicle and the cold reality of my naked skin. I looked at my empty hands, as if expecting the card to magically appear between my fingers.

Then I saw it.

Valeria, casually leaning against the wall next to the door, held my access card hanging from her neck and trapped between her fingers, twirling it playfully as if it were a prize won. Her smile was the personification of cruelty, while her eyes sparkled with satisfaction.

"Do you need this, Samy?" she asked, lifting the card a little higher, out of my reach.

"If... please..." I murmured, my voice broken as my gaze went from the card to her face.

Valeria let out a soft laugh. "What happened to all that professionalism, huh? You always wore this hanging with such pride. And now... well, you see who's in control."

Carla laughed along with her, amused by my desperation.

Valeria played with the card for a few more seconds, leaving me in suspense, before swiping it through the door reader. The beep confirmed access, and the door slowly opened, revealing the interior of Beatriz's office.

"After you," Valeria said with a mocking gesture, as if she were doing me a great favor.

My legs barely responded as I took a step forward, my arms still clenched against my body. The discomfort was unbearable, and each second seemed to prolong the humiliation. As I crossed the entrance, I couldn't help but think about how all of this, this space that used to be so routine for me, had now become the stage for my worst nightmare.

As I crossed the door, my gaze immediately went to the desk where I always worked. There was Megan, sitting comfortably, with one leg crossed over the other and my bag in her hands. She held it with disdain, as if it were a simple accessory and not my last vestige of control over my life. My keys, my belongings, everything that allowed me to go home and, somehow, escape this nightmare, were now in her power.

Megan lifted her gaze at the sound of the door closing behind me, and her expression went from surprise to enjoyment. Her eyes moved quickly, studying me from head to toe, assessing every detail of my vulnerability. I could see her smile widen, as if she had just received the best gift of her life.

"Well, well..." Megan said, raising an eyebrow as she twirled my bag in her hands. "I didn't expect this. Did they really bring you from the seventh floor down here?"

My body trembled, but I managed to take a step towards her. Gathering the few remaining strengths, I opened my mouth to speak. I have to face her. Tell her what I think. Make her understand that this has gone too far.

"Megan, this is your fault!" I began to say, my voice breaking. "You—"

Before I could finish, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. It was Valeria, her mocking smile reflecting the absolute control she had over me.

"Come on, Samy. This isn't the time for useless confrontations," Valeria said, guiding me towards the round glass table in the center of the office. Her tone had an air of false sweetness that only intensified my frustration. "Sit down. You don't want to tire yourself more than necessary."

I resisted briefly, but the weight of her hand forced me to move forward. Finally, I slumped into one of the padded chairs, feeling the soft material hit my skin. I wanted to cover myself more, but my hands didn't seem enough to hide what was obvious.

Megan continued to watch me from her position, but now she turned her attention to Valeria and Carla.

"Seriously, girls, I have to know," she said with a tone of sincere fun. "How the hell did you bring her from the seventh floor down here without the cameras detecting her? Or did you turn them off?"

Carla let out a low laugh as she approached the table and casually took a seat in another chair.

"The cameras are working perfectly," she said, with a carefree tone. "If there's anything recorded, it's not our problem."

"What do you mean by that?" Megan asked, leaning slightly forward, her curiosity clearly genuine.

"Simple," Carla replied, her eyes sparkling with malice. "I'm dating the guy who operates the security cameras. Let's say I have... ways to make sure certain videos stay out of the reach of prying eyes."

Valeria laughed softly as she leaned back in one of the chairs. "So don't worry, Megan. The cameras will keep recording, but if some perverted naked girl appears, Carla will handle it. We can have everything under control."

Megan let out a whistle, clearly impressed. "Wow, that's... brilliant. I must admit it. I didn't think they'd go that far. If I had known earlier..."

As they exchanged laughs and comments, my mind was in a whirlwind. I knew I was trapped, not just physically, but also by the security that Carla seemed to have over any evidence. However, a part of me doubted; I wasn't so convinced that Carla could really do something like that. In this company, they were extremely strict about security, and if she couldn't bypass those measures, I'd be completely screwed. My gaze fell to the floor as my heart raced.

Megan focused her attention on me again, her playful smile now loaded with intentions I couldn't fully read. "Well, Samy? You've finally got what you deserve. So long being a bitch, trying to give orders to everyone... Now we'll see how professional you really are."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. The mix of humiliation and desperation had robbed me of my words, leaving me completely at their mercy.

My gaze instinctively went to my wrist, seeking a glimpse of control in this chaos, but I only found bare skin where my watch would normally be. Of course... I thought, feeling my stomach sink. My watch was with the rest of my belongings, locked in the creativity room in Valeria's office, along with my clothes and any trace of dignity I might have left.

With a nervous sigh, my gaze fell on the table in front of me. My cell phone was still there, an island of familiarity in this sea of humiliation. If I could at least see the time, maybe I could calculate how much longer I'd have to endure this. I reached for it, but before I could touch it, Megan, with the quickness of someone playing to her advantage, took it and put it in the bag she was still holding.

"Wait! I need—" I began to say, but my voice was cut off by Valeria, who was already sitting down in one of the chairs next to the table.

"Samy," Valeria said, her condescending tone as she settled in as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "This isn't the time to worry about the time. We have work to do, and thanks to you, we're running late. So, better focus."

Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water. She spoke with the same naturalness and firmness she would use in any work meeting, completely ignoring my state. Her composure only made my situation feel more surreal.

Valeria turned slightly towards me, her face taking on a more serious expression. "So, Samy, tell me. According to what we discussed earlier, how do you think you'll adjust the projection calculation for the next quarter? Because, as you know, those data are key to the presentation."

What? My mind, still trapped in the whirlwind of my situation, barely registered what she was saying. My gaze was fixed on the bag Megan was holding, my cell phone now out of reach, and my thoughts turned to the fact that even something as simple as knowing the time had been denied me.

"Samy," Valeria insisted, leaning slightly towards me, her tone firmer. "Are you listening? I'm asking about the projections. We need to close that before we can move on with the rest of the report."

I opened my mouth, but the words didn't come out. My mind was too clouded by panic and discomfort to process what she was saying. All I could think about was how I looked, sitting here, completely naked in front of them, while Valeria acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"You know what, Valeria?" Carla interrupted with a low laugh. "I think she's a little... distracted."

The mockery in her tone was impossible to ignore, but Valeria maintained her professional posture, as if Carla hadn't said anything.

"Samy," Valeria said, with a hardness in her voice that made me shrink even more. "Really? Is this the best you can do? I thought you'd at least have the decency to try to be useful, but here you are, with that look of total loss, unable to concentrate even on something as basic as a calculation. If you can't handle something so simple, do you remember why we came today? Because, frankly, your performance now is as pathetic as... well, you sitting there naked."

Her words hit me like a whip, cutting off any attempt at a response I might have formed. My hands trembled even more, and my gaze fell to the floor, unable to face her gaze filled with contempt.

My hands shook as I clenched them against my lap, unable to look at Valeria directly. I knew I had to respond, say something, but my mind remained trapped in a loop, unable to snap out of the shock of my situation. Valeria's words, though spoken calmly, seemed to come from a completely different place than mine.

How do they expect me to concentrate? I thought, with a lump in my throat. How do they expect me to act like all of this is normal? But I couldn't say it. I couldn't say anything. All I could do was sit there, trapped between humiliation and absurdity, while Valeria kept insisting on talking about projections and calculations as if I weren't completely naked in front of her.

As Valeria finished scolding me with a cruelty that made me wish to disappear, Megan's carefree laughter broke the air, adding a new layer of humiliation to my already unbearable situation.

"Well, girls," Megan said, with her usual playful tone, as she stood up and played with my bag in her hands. "If Samy can't handle something as simple as this, maybe we should call my mom. I'm sure 'Aunt Beatriz' would love to come and help us sort out this whole mess."

My eyes widened, and my entire body tensed. No. She can't be serious. The mere thought of Beatriz entering this office and seeing me in this state was enough to make my breathing become erratic.

"Megan, no... please, don't do that," I managed to say, my voice broken and trembling.

"Why not?" Megan replied, with feigned innocence as she took her phone out of the bag. "I'm sure she'd love to know how you're handling things today. I mean, you're in charge of me, right? Well, it seems like you need some help. And who better than her."

"No! Please, Megan, don't do it. Don't call her!" My voice rose a little, almost a desperate whimper as my hands instinctively reached out to her, pleading.

Megan smiled, her fingers moving quickly over the phone's screen. "Oh, relax, Samy. It'll just be a quick call. Mom will be here in a few minutes. I'm sure she'll want to know why you're so... distracted today."

"No, Megan... please!" I said, with tears starting to form in my eyes. My mind was filled with horrible images: Beatriz entering through that door, seeing how Valeria and Carla had me completely naked. If she arrived, it would be the end of everything. My career, my reputation, everything I had built... would disappear.

"Please, Megan! I'll do whatever you want, anything, but hang up the phone, please."

Megan put the phone to her ear, pretending to listen. "Mom? Hello. Yes, we're in the office. Well, Samy has a little problem here, and I thought maybe you could come and help her..."

I felt panic envelop me like a whirlwind, my knees trembling and my breathing quickening. "No, Megan! Please, please, hang up. I beg you!"

Megan kept the phone to her ear for a few more seconds, her expression completely serious, while I felt the floor beneath my feet crumble. Then, slowly, she lowered the phone and looked at me, her smile widening into a laugh.

"Relax, Samy," she said, laughing. "It was just a joke. I didn't even dial the number."

Carla let out a laugh that echoed throughout the office, while Valeria leaned back in her chair, laughing less intensely but with the same amusement.

"Did you see her face?" Carla said, wiping away her laughter tears. "She looked like she was about to faint at any moment."

Megan smiled broadly, enjoying every second. "Oh, Samy, you should see yourself now. This was too funny."

My legs trembled as I tried to process what had just happened. The relief of knowing she hadn't called mixed with a humiliation so deep I could barely breathe. I knew they had done it just to have fun at my expense, and that made the shame even more unbearable.

"Well, now that we've cleared that up," Valeria said, regaining her professional tone but still amused, "do you think you can finally concentrate, Samy? Or will we have to think of something else to help you 'motivate' yourself?"

My gaze fell to the floor as I tried to catch my breath. I knew I had no other option. I had to move forward, no matter how humiliating it was.

Suddenly, the sharp, vibrating sound of my cell phone broke the tension of the moment, causing all eyes to turn to the bag Megan was holding. My heart stopped for a moment before starting to beat fast, so fast I could hear it in my ears. No, please, not now...

Megan raised an eyebrow, her smile widening as she opened the bag curiously. She took out the phone, and then let out a surprised laugh.

"Oh my God," she said, turning the screen towards Valeria and Carla so they could see it too. "I can't believe it. It's my mom. It seems I really invoked her."

The laughter of Valeria and Carla filled the office.

"Megan, you just invoked her!" Carla exclaimed, bending over with laughter as she leaned on the edge of the table. "That's a talent I didn't know you had."

Panic took hold of me. My heart felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest, and my hands shook as I tried to approach Megan. "Megan, no... please, don't answer. Let it ring. I beg you."

But Megan, with that malicious smile that was now so familiar to me, ignored my pleas. "Not answer? And miss this opportunity? Please, Samy, be reasonable."

Before I could stop her, she swiped her finger across the screen and answered the call. Without saying anything, she put it on speaker and placed the phone on the table in front of me.

"Go ahead, Samy," she said, her tone full of fun as she took a step back and crossed her arms. "It's your call."

Beatriz's voice filled the air, clear and authoritative, as always.

"Samantha," she said, with that professional tone that never failed to make me feel like I was under a microscope. "Are you there? Samantha, can you hear me?"

My lips trembled as I looked at the phone, unable to move or react. The stifled laughter of Valeria and Carla behind me only added more weight to the panic that paralyzed me.

"Samantha," Beatriz repeated, this time with a touch of impatience in her voice. "Please respond."

My hands clenched against my lap, trying to gather the courage to speak. Finally, after what felt like centuries, I managed to open my mouth, but my voice came out in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Yes... I'm here," I said, my voice fragile and broken, so different from the professionalism I always tried to project in front of her.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, as if Beatriz were processing the unusual tone. The girls around me exchanged glances and giggles, clearly enjoying the show.

"Samantha," Beatriz finally said, her tone becoming more serious. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I need you to update me on the progress of the work with Valeria. How is everything going?"

I tried to respond, but my mind went completely blank. The mere act of speaking to her while being completely naked, with Valeria, Carla, and Megan watching me, was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

"Everything... everything is fine, Mrs. Beatriz," I finally managed to say, though my voice barely came out in a thread.

The girls' suppressed laughter behind me grew louder, and Megan leaned towards the phone, with a smile I could feel even without looking at her.

"That didn't sound very convincing, Samy," Valeria said, low enough for only me to hear, but clear enough to make me shudder.

Beatriz, unaware of what was going on, continued talking. "Good. Then I need you to do me a favor..."

My eyes fixed on the phone, my breathing quickened as I tried to prepare my response. I knew every word I said would be judged by the girls, and the weight of their gaze made every second a torture.

"Samantha," Beatriz said from the speaker, her usual tone of authority slightly tinged with urgency. "I need you to, as soon as possible, go to my desk and send me the Strategic Alliance Protocol document. It's crucial that I have it in my email today."

My throat was so dry I could barely swallow. I felt the stares of Valeria, Carla, and Megan fixed on me as I tried to find my voice.

"Yes... of course, Mrs. Beatriz. As soon as I can, I'll send it," I managed to say, my voice barely audible.

"Perfect," Beatriz responded before continuing. "Also, I want you to give me a quick report on how things are going with Valeria. Are you already working on the calculations and report? Because, as you know, it's crucial that she impresses her bosses with this project. We need her numbers to be impeccable to avoid unnecessary problems."

Beatriz's words were like a slap in the face. I knew exactly what she was referring to. This was one of those occasions when she indirectly asked me to fix any mistakes Valeria might have made. But the problem wasn't just the request; it was the context.

"Ah, yes. We're working on it," I replied, my voice growing weaker as I tried to ignore the girls' stares.

"I hope so, Samantha," Beatriz said, her tone taking on a more severe air. "Because, frankly, with what you've told me in the past about Valeria, I can't afford for this to go wrong. You know, your comments about her lack of attention to detail and that she often relies too much on others to cover her mistakes."

The silence in the office became so heavy I could almost feel it. Beatriz's words resonated like an endless echo, bouncing off the walls and hitting me with each repetition.

My eyes instinctively moved towards Valeria, and my heart stopped at the sight of her face. Her eyes were like daggers, shooting me a gaze so full of hatred it seemed to pierce my soul. Her jaw was tense, and her hands clenched against the table as if she were holding back a torrent of words she wanted to unleash at that moment.

Carla, sitting next to her, leaned slightly towards Valeria, her eyes wide with surprise but with a contained smile she couldn't quite hide. Megan, meanwhile, let out a low, mocking laugh from her place, clearly enjoying the tension that had been created.

"So, Samantha," Beatriz continued, completely unaware of the chaos she had unleashed. "I hope you don't disappoint me. I need everything ready today to ensure Valeria looks good in front of her superiors. It's important to keep her well-positioned."

Each word was like another nail in my coffin. My entire body trembled as I squirmed in my seat, unable to look at Valeria directly. In the midst of my panic, I hadn't realized that I had stopped covering one of my breasts, and one of my erect nipples was now accusingly pointing directly at Valeria. I quickly covered myself, feeling the heat of shame on my cheeks.

I felt her gaze could burn me if I held it for more than a second.

"Yes... of course, Mrs. Beatriz," I finally responded, my voice broken as I tried to maintain my composure.

Beatriz seemed satisfied with my response and continued talking about some more details about the project, but I could barely hear her. My mind was trapped in the weight of the words she had spoken, knowing that each one of them had fallen like a bomb in the room.

When the call finally ended, the silence that remained in the office was deafening. Megan broke the moment with a mocking laugh.

"Wow, Samy," she said, resting her chin on her hand with a malicious smile. "So that's what you really think of Valeria?"

Valeria, without saying a word, kept staring at me as if she were planning my disappearance. Her eyes were cold, calculating, and I felt small under her gaze.

"It's not what it seems..." I tried to say, but my voice barely came out, stifled by the weight of guilt and shame.

"It's not what it seems?" Carla repeated with a playful smile. "Well, I think your boss made it quite clear, Samy. It seems you have a high opinion of Valeria."

Carla and Megan's laughter filled the room, but Valeria said nothing.

The silence in the office was so heavy it was almost audible, like the buzzing of the LED lights. Sitting in my chair, I felt each of Valeria's stares like a sharp blade that made me shrink further into my seat. I knew I had to say something, anything, to fix the situation, but the words tangled in my mind, as clumsy as I was at that moment.

"Valeria... I... that's not what I meant..." I murmured, lifting my gaze towards her, but her eyes, cold and full of rage, froze me. "Beatriz, you know... she always interprets things in a way that isn't... really what I meant..."

Valeria arched an eyebrow, incredulous. "Oh, really? That's not what you meant?" Her tone was venomous, each word dripping with sarcasm. "Then what was it, Samy? Did Beatriz make up the whole story? Because, believe me, every word sounded pretty familiar. That's what you really think of me, isn't it?"

"No!" I responded desperately, my voice breaking. "It's just that... I didn't say it like that. It was... out of context."

Valeria leaned forward in her chair, her hands slapping the table lightly. The sound resonated like a hammer, making me startle.

"Out of context?" she said, slowly rising from her seat, her posture now threatening. "Is that all you have to say? After hearing that you think I'm incompetent, that I lack attention to detail, and that I'm only here because others do the work for me. And you have the audacity to call it 'out of context'?"

My breathing became erratic as I tried to formulate a response, but each attempt to speak was stifled by her growing intensity.

"Valeria, I—"

"Shut up!" she shouted, raising a hand to stop me, though she never actually touched me. But the gesture, combined with the force of her voice, made me instinctively recoil in my chair.

Valeria slowly approached me, her steps firm and full of fury. When she reached my side, she leaned in, bringing her face inches from mine. "You know how pathetic you look right now, Samy?" she spat, each word like a poisoned dart. "Not only are you a hypocrite, but you don't even have the guts to stand by what you said. Is this what you call professionalism?"

I felt the heat of her breath and the weight of her presence. My hands shook as I tried to hold myself steady, but I couldn't help it. I pulled my feet up onto the chair, wrapping my arms around my legs in an attempt to protect myself, curling into a tight, very naked ball.

"What's the matter, Samy?" Valeria continued, with a cruel smile that only intensified my humiliation. "Nothing to say now? Where is that professionalism you're so proud of? Where is the supposed competent person who criticizes others?"

She raised a hand as she spoke, gesturing forcefully to emphasize her words. Each movement made my body shrink further. I felt like she might slap me at any moment, though I knew she probably wouldn't. Still, the possibility was enough to make me tremble more.

"Let me tell you something, Samy," she said, leaning in even closer, her voice barely a whisper but laden with venom. "You're nothing more than a farce. A little girl playing at being an adult, hiding behind your aunt's name. And the funniest part of all... you can't even defend yourself. How do you expect to be respected if you can't even look me in the eyes right now?"

Tears burned in my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I swallowed them back with force. I didn't want to give her the pleasure of seeing me cry. But I couldn't respond. I couldn't move. All I could do was stay there, curled up, while her fury continued to lash out at me.

Carla, who had remained silent until now, let out a nervous laugh. "Wow, Valeria. I think you're leaving her speechless... literally."

Megan, still observing from her position, laughed too. "This is better than I expected. She can't even speak. This is pure gold."

Valeria finally straightened up, crossing her arms as she looked down at me, as if assessing the damage she had caused. Her smile was cold and triumphant. She knew she had crushed me, and she enjoyed it.

"I hope you learn something from this, Samy," she finally said, with a calmer but no less hurtful tone. "Because if you open your big mouth to criticize me again, I assure you it will cost you even more."

She turned towards the girls, leaving me there, trembling and curled up in my chair, while the laughter continued to resonate in the office, each one of them a dagger that pierced my shattered pride.

My body wouldn't stop trembling. Every muscle, every fiber in me, was on the verge of collapse, and my insides felt like they were twisting into an impossible knot. I felt my skin prickle, the tiny hairs standing up as if trying to defend me from the storm of humiliation that had just passed, but it was useless. All I could do was stay there, curled up in my chair, unable to move or speak.

Valeria, after unleashing all her fury on me, straightened up and took a deep breath. I could still see the rage shining in her eyes, though her tone was now colder, more controlled.

"You know, Samy," she said, slowly returning to her chair, her voice laden with contempt. "Now that I know what you really think of me, I think it's only fair that I do the same to you. I'm not going to let you get away with this so easily. In fact, I'm going to make sure your stay in this company is a living hell."

I shuddered even more at those words.

"And no, Samy," Valeria continued, with a frosty smile as she sat back down in her chair. "I'm not going to give you the luxury of quitting. I'm not going to let you escape. I want you to stay here, day after day, knowing that each moment will be worse than the last. I want to see you humiliated, broken, beyond any possibility of recovery."

Megan and Carla burst into laughter in unison, enjoying the spectacle Valeria had created. Megan even leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me with an amused expression.

"Did you hear that, Samy?" Megan said, laughing. "It seems you have a bright future ahead of you."

Carla nodded, still smiling. "Definitely bright. You should be grateful that Valeria is taking so much trouble for you."

My hands clenched against my knees as I tried to control the trembling of my body, but it was useless. I felt how each of Valeria's words, each of the girls' laughter, dug deeper into me, leaving me with no corner to hide in.

Finally, Valeria let out a theatrical sigh, shaking her head as if she were overwhelmed by everything that had happened.

"But enough of this," she said with a sarcastic tone as she leaned back in her chair. "It's time to leave the distractions behind and get back to work. After all, as Mrs. Beatriz said, this report has to be perfect to impress my bosses. Isn't that right, Samy?"

The sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable, and the way she pronounced my name, drawing out each syllable as if it were poison, made me feel even smaller.

"Come on, girls," Valeria added, turning to Megan and Carla with a casual smile. "We have a report to finish, and we can't waste any more time."

Both girls nodded, though their eyes remained fixed on me, clearly enjoying my misery. I remained in my chair, curled up and trembling, unable to move or lift my gaze. The idea of continuing to work on that report, of trying to act as if everything were normal after what had just happened, was simply unbearable. But I knew I had no choice.

While I remained in my chair, curled up and struggling to regain control of my breathing, the girls resumed their work. Valeria, with her usual confidence, reviewed the documents we had prepared, while Carla flipped through some sheets with interest. Megan, though she seemed more interested in watching me with a mocking smile, also casually flipped through something, just to maintain the appearance of helping.

"This point doesn't add up," Carla suddenly said, raising a document and pointing to a section with her finger. "Valeria, here it talks about specific equipment in restricted areas, but we don't have the complete data. This could be a problem for the report."

Valeria frowned and took the document, reading it carefully. After a few seconds, she slowly nodded.

"You're right, Carla," she said, looking at the text intently. "It talks about equipment stored in restricted areas in the P3 parking sublevel. This seems important to justify one of the report's projections. Without this information, this section will be incomplete."

My ears picked up the conversation, and although my body was still trembling, my mind began to focus on what they were saying. P3. It had been a long time since I'd been to that area. It was a restricted area for storing important equipment, and access was restricted to prevent incidents or theft. Although on workdays there was always staff who could help, I knew that on a Saturday, with the building almost completely empty, that area would be completely deserted.

"Sam?" Carla's voice broke my thoughts. I slowly lifted my gaze, still not daring to look directly at them.

"What?" I responded weakly, feeling how all their gazes fixed on me.

"We need that data," Carla said, handing me the document and pointing to the section. "Do you know if there are any digital records of the equipment stored in P3? Because this is incomplete, and we can't move forward without that information."

Valeria crossed her arms, her impatience evident. "Yes, Samy. You work with the systems department, don't you? You should know if there's anything more about this. Or is that something you can't handle either?"

The tone in her voice made me shudder again. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the question.

"Well... um," I began to say, my voice barely a murmur. "P3 records aren't usually available digitally. The information is managed physically because it's a restricted area. There are manual inventories that are updated from time to time."

"Perfect," Valeria said sarcastically. "So, what do you suggest? That we go to P3 and look for the inventory? Because if that's what's needed, we'd better do it now."

Panic invaded me again. She can't be serious. I thought of how desolate sublevel three must be at this moment, with its dark hallways and empty echoes. The idea of going there in my current state was inconceivable.

"Well... we can leave that pending," I suggested, my voice trembling. "It's Saturday. We don't have digital records, and that area isn't so accessible without authorized personnel."

Carla let out a soft laugh. "Leave it pending? Samy, you yourself said there are no digital records. What if we don't have time on Monday and this delays the report? What do you think your dear Aunt Beatriz would say if we don't finish this today?"

Megan, who had been enjoying the show silently, decided to intervene. "Oh, Samy," she said, with a mocking tone. "Are you afraid to go down to P3? Because, honestly, I can see it in your eyes."

My face flushed as I tried to respond, but the words wouldn't come out. I knew she was right. I didn't want to go down there. The mere idea of walking those deserted hallways terrified me, and with them accompanying me, I could only imagine the worst.

Valeria watched me with a cold smile. "Well, if you have no objections, I think we should all go to P3 now. After all, we can't leave this half-finished, right? And if Beatriz trusts you to handle this, I'm sure there won't be any problem."

My heart sank. I knew I had no escape. I couldn't refuse without worsening my situation, but the idea of going down to sublevel three with them made me feel completely trapped.

"Does this card grant access to P3?" Valeria asked, casually holding the access card that had been taken from me and now hung mockingly around her neck.

I felt my throat tighten as I tried to respond. My hands were tense on my legs, and my voice barely came out in a whisper. "No... that card doesn't provide access to that area."

Valeria raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "And where is the card we need, Samy? Because I don't have time for guessing games."

My gaze fell to the floor as I struggled against the trembling of my lips. "It must be... in one of Mrs. Beatriz's desk drawers. She has a special card for restricted areas."

Valeria smiled with almost cruel satisfaction. "Perfect. Megan, would you like to do the honors?"

"With pleasure," Megan replied, with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She stood up energetically, as if she had been waiting for an opportunity to get even more involved in my humiliation.

Without wasting any time, Megan headed towards her mother's desk, opening drawers and meticulously checking their contents. As she did, I could hear her humming a cheerful melody, clearly enjoying the situation. Finally, she held the card up in the air with a triumphant smile.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed, walking back towards Valeria and handing her the card with an exaggerated bow. "Your special pass to P3."

Valeria took the card and held it between her fingers with a victorious air before turning to me. "Well, now that we have what we need, I think it's time to get moving."

Carla, who had been following everything with interest, picked up some papers from the report in front of her. "I'll take this with me," she commented casually. "So we can confirm the data directly in the inventory."

As they prepared to leave, I felt a growing panic take hold of me. The idea of going down to P3, desolate and dark, with them was something I couldn't bear. My thoughts swirled, desperately searching for an excuse, any reason to avoid it.

"I... don't think it's necessary for me to go," I said, my voice broken and trembling. "You can go. I... will stay here and review the rest of the report."

Valeria looked at me with a mocking smile, clearly enjoying my attempt to avoid the situation. "Really, Samy? Do you think I'm going to leave you here after all this? No, honey. You're coming with us. After all, you're the systems expert, right? You surely know exactly where to look."

"But, I'm..." I started to protest, my whole body trembling as I tried to stand firm.

"There are no 'buts', Samy," Valeria interrupted, her tone sharp and authoritative. "We're going to P3, and you're coming with us. End of discussion."

My legs felt heavy, as if they were made of lead, as the girls headed towards the door. I knew there was no escape. Megan's amused look as she watched me stumble only added more weight to the oppression in my chest.

"Come on, Samy," Carla said, opening the door and gesturing for me to follow them. "We don't have all day."

With a trembling sigh, I forced myself to stand up, feeling like each step towards the door brought me closer to my own judgment. I had no other choice. I was trapped in this situation, and P3 was my next destination, whether I liked it or not.

Valeria and the others left the office first, leaving me behind. I stood frozen for a moment, my gaze fixed on the open door, fearing what I would find on the other side. Finally, I took a step forward, my legs trembling as if they weighed a ton. I poked my head through the doorway, my eyes scanning the hallway for someone, anyone who might be nearby.

There was no one.

My eyes automatically shifted towards the security cameras. I knew they were there, watching every corner of the hallway. The oppression in my chest intensified as I thought about how I would look in the recordings: vulnerable, humiliated, completely out of place.

"Come on, Samy," Valeria said impatiently from the hallway. Before I could respond, I felt her firm hand close around my wrist. I started, but I didn't have time to protest; with a determined tug, Valeria pulled me completely out of the office.

The door closed with a metallic beep behind us, and the reality of my situation hit me hard. My bag, my phone, my keys, and any hope of contact with the outside world, Megan had left them all inside. Once again, I was trapped.

As the girls confidently made their way towards the elevator, I tried to stay as close to the wall as possible, instinctively covering myself. Each step I took seemed to amplify the feeling of exposure, and my entire body trembled under the weight of the stares, real or imagined.

Upon reaching the elevator, Valeria pressed the button to call it, and the soft chime of the indicator light announced its arrival. The doors opened with a mechanical sound, and the girls entered first, their heels resonating against the metallic floor.

I was the last one to step in, my footsteps heavy and clumsy. The reflection in the mirror inside the elevator hit me immediately. There I was, completely naked, huddled, covered only by my hands and my desperation, while Valeria, Carla, and Megan looked impeccable. Valeria, with her elegant semi-formal attire; Carla, always paying attention to every detail of her style; and Megan, with her youthful and carefree air. The three of them looked like they were ready for an important meeting, while I was a living mess.

Carla, without wasting any time, pressed the button for P1 instead of P3.

My eyes focused on the panel for a moment, confused. Why P1? I knew our destination was P3, but I didn't dare to ask. I didn't want to draw more attention to myself, even though the confusion added to the panic I was already feeling.

The elevator started to move, and the soft buzzing of the motor filled the silence. Once again, the girls didn't say a word. Their eyes, however, spoke for themselves, watching me, assessing me. Valeria crossed her arms, her lips twisting into a small satisfied smile. Megan, leaning against one of the walls, seemed to enjoy every second of my discomfort, while Carla maintained a neutral expression, though her eyes sparkled with a hint of contained amusement.

I instinctively curled up in one of the corners of the elevator, leaning my back against the cold metal. The icy contact against my bare skin only intensified my vulnerability. I tried to focus on my breathing, but every time I lifted my gaze, I saw my reflection in the mirror, surrounded by them, and the reality of my state became even more evident.

Finally, the elevator emitted a soft beep, indicating we had arrived at P1. The doors began to open slowly, and my heart raced even faster. Why are we here? What are they planning now?

My thoughts swirled as I anxiously awaited what was to come.

After the elevator doors opened with a soft beep, Valeria, Carla, and Megan stepped out first, their heels resonating against the polished concrete floor of the parking lot. I lagged behind once more, unable to move as I watched them stride confidently.

"Are you going to come out, Samy? Or do you plan to move into the elevator?" Valeria said sarcastically, turning to look at me with an arched eyebrow.

Megan crossed her arms, letting out a soft laugh. This is going to be fun, I thought was crossing her mind as she looked at me with that mocking smile.

With my heart racing, I slowly poked my head out of the elevator door, my gaze scanning the large parking lot for any movement. The echo of my own footsteps seemed to amplify in my mind as I slid out, hugging myself. I knew there were no cameras on this level other than at the entrances and exits, which gave me a slight relief, but not enough to ease the terror I felt.

The P1 parking lot was illuminated by LED fluorescent tubes that projected an intense, almost unnatural white light. Despite the brightness, the place was almost empty. The few parked cars seemed so far apart that they made the space even more desolate.

When my eyes landed on Aunt Beatriz's SUV, parked in its assigned spot, I felt a sting of cruel irony. There it was, the vehicle I had driven confidently that morning, the symbol of my apparent control and professionalism, now looking at me as if mocking my state.

The cold from the concrete floor seeped through my feet, sending a chill up my entire body. My arms clutched my ribs as I moved clumsily, hugging the wall, trying to cover myself as best I could. Each step was agony, as if the echoes of my movements were shouting my presence to the entire parking lot.

Valeria and Carla stopped next to a compact but clearly expensive car, with modern lines and a flawless black paint job that shone under the ceiling lights. A vehicle that reflected the status Valeria strived to project.

"I'll wait here," Valeria said, handing a key to Carla and pointing to the trunk.

Carla nodded, walking towards the back of the car as she took out the key. "I just need to get some documents I left here. I won't be long," she said, not bothering to turn to look at me.

As for me, I stayed a few meters behind them, trying not to move more than necessary. The air in the parking lot felt heavy, almost oppressive, and every sound, from the click of the car lock to the faint whisper of the air, seemed amplified.

Carla opened the trunk, taking out a black briefcase and calmly checking its contents. Valeria crossed her arms, clearly waiting impatiently, while Megan, a few steps behind, kept her eyes on me.

How far do you think you can get, Samy? Her eyes seemed to say it all, enjoying every second of my discomfort.

"Hurry up, Carla," Valeria said, turning slightly towards me. "We don't have all day. Samy is starting to look a bit... nervous."

My breathing became more erratic, and my eyes darted frantically around the parking lot. Despite being almost empty, the feeling of being exposed was overwhelming. My body was on high alert, every muscle tense as if expecting some kind of imminent attack.

Finally, Carla closed the trunk with a dull thud, making sure everything was in place. "All set," she said, holding a couple of sheets taken from the briefcase in one hand while returning the key to Valeria.

"Perfect," Valeria replied, giving her a quick glance before starting to walk towards the elevator again. "Let's go, I don't want to waste any more time."

I followed behind them at a safe distance, trying to remain as invisible as possible. With each step, I felt my body tremble more, and my mind couldn't stop imagining the worst possible scenarios. The sound of my own footsteps seemed to deafen me, as if my presence was being announced in the echo of the parking lot.

This continues to be a wonderful story. I did / do follow the Amy story but find this business setting even better and the downfall of the initially so self possessed Samantha more satisfying than the hapless Amy. While still retaining Megan's adolescent impulsiveness.

The translation to English is fine. It has its' own certain style but nothing wrong with that. I'm in two minds about illustrations of how you envisage Samantha that you mentioned at the start, because we all build our own mental image. But maybe a post separate from the chapters of the story ?

Debbifan wrote: ↑Fri Nov 29, 2024 9:34 pm
I'm in two minds about illustrations of how you envisage Samantha that you mentioned at the start, because we all build our own mental image. But maybe a post separate from the chapters of the story?

I totally agree, We all have in our mind's eye what we visualize your character's to be along with what we think an attractive woman looks like to us. Seeing images embedded in a story many times is a shock to the system if the images don't correlate with what we have already imagined. You see that's the beauty of reading as opposed to television - reading forces us to use our imagination whereas TV or video crushes our imagination and often times leaves us with less.

I agree with Debbiefan - if you are proud of your created images I think it would be best perhaps posting them all together at the end of your completed story.

One a different note. I am loving this story - both stories in fact, as they both involve different characters and settings. Great job so far!

Hooked6

May I suggest to add other kind of humiliation into the story?

Something like :

-Samantha is forced to kiss and lick their feet
- They force Samantha to humiliate herself by insulting herself in front of the three girl just for make them laugh at her
- They force Samantha to put things in her ass/cunt and act like a dog
- Force Samantha to do sex stuff with someone, like a blowjob with a cumwalk or similar

This suggestion fit also with Amy's story

mirkobiett wrote: ↑Sun Dec 01, 2024 9:11 am May I suggest to add other kind of humiliation into the story?

Something like :

-Samantha is forced to kiss and lick their feet
- They force Samantha to humiliate herself by insulting herself in front of the three girl just for make them laugh at her
- They force Samantha to put things in her ass/cunt and act like a dog
- Force Samantha to do sex stuff with someone, like a blowjob with a cumwalk or similar

This suggestion fit also with Amy's story

May I pose a counter suggestion that nothing of the sort is added ?

Each to their own of course and ultimately it is up to the author

Very nice story with great narration and high potential. I think that both the (young-ish) adult career woman vs rivals+cousin situation of this Samantha story and the high school student girl vs bullies situation of the Amy story each have their special advantages and opportunities.

One major great point of the Amy story that I'm still kinda missing in the Samantha story (and hope to see there too) is the element of unwanted/forced arousal getting noticed, instrumentalized and provoked by the blackmailers, with the humiliation/fear and rising unwanted arousal each increasingly feeding and amplifying the other and leaving the girl on a constantly rising edge from which she every now and then falls into losing all control in shattering climaxes, which again can be instrumentalized by her blackmailers and feed into the embarrassment etc.

For me at least, that element of forced/unwanted arousal coming from the embarrassment is the key ingredient that makes the embarrassment and the fear/anticipation of discovery etc become really interesting, whereas all of those don't really do much for me by themselves if that interaction of feelings with the unwanted arousal is missing. Hence my preference for the Amy story so far.

It might also be an interesting possibility to have the two stories/arcs meet every now and then e.g. with Amy and Samantha having to do things together.

Also, I fully agree with Debbifan's last counter suggestion that it's best to not add stuff that would degrade the focus of the story to strong/hard or dehumanizing degradation, forced blowjobs/intercourse or anything sperm-related (in fact, I'd say it's best to leave dicks out of it altogether). The only suggestion in the comment he answers to that I would to a certain degree agree with is the one hinting to the possibility of sex toys, though without the "dog" thing and imho also better not with a primary focus on the penetrative aspect per se but on stimulation/edging (that leads her to more unwanted arousal, need for relief and the kind of embarrassment looping with that).

Thank you all for your comments; I’m really glad to know you’re enjoying the story. I understand that each reader has their own preferences, and that’s why I truly value all your suggestions—they help me come up with new ideas and find the best way to move the plot forward.

Some suggestions, while interesting, don’t quite fit the script I have envisioned for both stories—Amy’s and Samantha’s. I hope you can understand. However, I can guarantee that each chapter will stay true to the personalities of the characters and the limits I’ve set for them.

That said, I can assure you there will always be moments of excitement and thrill for each protagonist. Thank you for your support and for joining me on this creative journey!

When I thought we would head towards the elevator to go down to P3, Valeria, with her usual determined attitude, shook her head. "We're not going to use the elevator," she said, with a smile that already made me feel uncomfortable. "Let's walk. We're close... and it's more entertaining."

My stomach contracted at her words. Walking meant going through the open hallways where cars usually circulated. Wide, desolate spaces, but exposed enough for any noise, any movement, to feel amplified.

"Come on, Samy," Megan said in a singsong voice, giving me a slight push from behind. This is going to be even more fun, she was probably thinking as her eyes sparkled with malice.

I tried to follow them with clumsy steps, my bare feet brushing against the cold, rough concrete floor. Each step was a little torture, not only because of the physical pain but also because of the exposure I felt with every meter we advanced.

P2 was darker than P1, with dimmer lighting and narrower spaces. Here, older and more utilitarian vehicles were parked, the cars of lower-ranking employees. Although it was Saturday and there were only a few vehicles, my mind couldn't help but imagine that someone might suddenly appear.

Every sound made me startle. The echo of our footsteps bounced off the walls, and my eyes darted frantically, attentive to any sign of an approaching car. The cold air enveloped me, intensifying my discomfort, while the rough concrete under my feet reminded me of how unprotected I was.

"Watch out, Samy!" Megan exclaimed suddenly, pointing to the back with an alarmed expression. "I think a car is coming."

My heart jumped in my chest, and without thinking twice, I ran to the nearest wall, hugging it as if my life depended on it. My breathing was a mess, and I felt the cold sweat on my forehead as my mind processed the panic.

The girls' laughter filled the space.

"I can't believe you fell for that," Megan said between bursts of laughter, wiping away a tear of laughter. "Your face, Samy! It was absolutely perfect."

Valeria and Carla were also laughing, their mocking gazes fixed on me as I tried to compose myself. The trembling in my legs didn't go away, and my hands clung to the wall as if it were my only refuge.

"Enough, Megan," Valeria said, although her smile betrayed her. "We don't want her to faint before we get there."

We finally reached P3. This level was dedicated to storage and restricted areas, with an even colder and more desolate atmosphere. The space was wider, and the fluorescent lights emitted a barely perceptible but constant buzzing.

We stopped in front of a large metal door with a card reader on the side. Valeria took out the special card that Megan had retrieved from Mrs. Beatriz's desk and held it in front of the reader, but before using it, she turned to me with a mocking look.

"Ready, Samy?" she asked, holding the card with exaggerated theatricality. "This is what we came here for. I hope you won't disappoint us."

I didn't respond, my eyes fixed on the floor as I tried to stand firm. My entire body trembled, and every fiber of my being wished I wasn't there.

Valeria swiped the card through the reader, a metallic beep resonated in the air, and with a metallic sound, the access door slowly opened, revealing a dark interior. Before I could relax, the automatic lights abruptly turned on, illuminating everything at once.

My body instinctively shrunk back, a small squeak escaped my lips as I took a step back. For a brief moment, my mind played a trick on me, making me believe that someone had turned on the lights from inside, waiting for us.

"Relax, Samy," Megan said, laughing. Did you really think there was someone here? The expression on her face said it all, her amusement entirely at my expense.

Carla couldn't hold back and added, "Those lights are automatic, Samy. No one is here, except for us. Well, and you, making a fool of yourself."

The three of them laughed while I tried to catch my breath. My face burned with embarrassment, but I knew I couldn't allow myself to remain paralyzed at the door. Valeria, with an impatient gesture, signaled for me to move forward.

The interior of P3 was even colder than the upper levels. A faint buzzing from generators and auxiliary systems filled the air, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The lighting, though sufficient, didn't eliminate the shadows that formed in the corners where boxes and equipment were piled up.

The space was divided into narrow aisles filled with metal shelves that reached almost to the ceiling. There were maintenance tools, labeled boxes with codes, and materials that seemed to have been there for years. However, the floor was the worst obstacle.

Pieces of wood, small fallen tools, and coiled cables were scattered everywhere, creating an uneven and uncomfortable terrain to walk on. For someone naked, every step was a challenge. I felt the rough, cold edges of the concrete under my feet, and every contact with something strange made me shudder.

"What's the matter, Samy?" Valeria said with a mocking tone as she watched me stumble and struggle to avoid the obstacles. "Is it hard for you to walk?"

"Come on, Samy," Carla added, with an amused expression. "We don't have all day. If we can walk perfectly here in heels, I don't understand why you're having so much trouble."

I tried to ignore them, but their laughter and comments were impossible to block out. Every step I took was a new struggle against the objects on the floor. My body was tense, my arms still covering what they could while I tried to maintain my balance on terrain that seemed designed for my humiliation.

"Oh, watch out, Samy!" Megan exclaimed, pointing to the floor. "There's a nail there. Don't go and prick yourself."

My breath stopped for a moment as I looked frantically at the spot she had indicated, only to realize there was nothing there. Megan burst into laughter, and the others followed.

"You really believe everything," Megan said, wiping away a tear of laughter.

My legs were trembling, and every muscle in my body seemed on the verge of collapse. But I had no choice but to move forward. The girls continued walking confidently, their heels resonating firmly against the floor while I stumbled behind them, each step a struggle to avoid tripping or falling.

Finally, we reached a more open area at the end of the aisle. A cleared space, with a metal table in the center and shelves organized around it. Valeria stopped, taking out the documents that Carla had given her earlier and looking around with a satisfied expression.

"Well, this is where we start," she said, turning to look at me with a smile that didn't bode well. "I hope you're ready, Samy. Because there's still a lot to do."

The echo of Valeria, Carla, and Megan's footsteps stopped when they reached a row of tall, sturdy shelves that seemed to stretch endlessly. The codes on the shelf labels matched the ones they were looking for in the report. Valeria looked around, holding the sheets in one hand and carefully examining the rows of equipment that needed to be inventoried.

"Samy, this seems to be the place," Valeria said, crossing her arms with a satisfied smile.

I nodded nervously, pointing to one of the nearest shelves. "Yes, those codes belong to the equipment you need for this report. But... usually, it's the guys from the maintenance area who take care of these tasks. It's complicated to access some of this equipment. There are things that are heavy, or that are very high up."

Carla let out a little laugh. "Complicated? But not impossible, right, Samy?"

Valeria didn't even pretend to be interested in my explanation. "Well, it seems the maintenance guys aren't here today. So, you'll have to do it."

"What?" My eyes widened, and I felt my voice tremble as I tried to reason. "But... it's difficult, and besides..." I lowered my gaze to my naked body, covered only by my own desperation.

"I don't want excuses, Samy," Valeria interrupted sharply. "Just do it. We need that data in the report, and we're not going to waste any more time."

My mind searched for an escape, but there was none. All three of them were looking at me expectantly, and the weight of their pressure was overwhelming. With trembling legs, I approached one of the shelves and pointed to a heavy box on the bottom.

"This... this contains some of the components we need," I said weakly.

"Perfect," Valeria said, taking a step back as if she were enjoying the show. "Go ahead, Samy. Show us you can be useful."

I took a deep breath and crouched down to try to move the box. In the movement, I felt my intimate lips part slightly, an unexpected sensation that made me stop for a moment. I barely managed to lift it a few centimeters before the weight forced me to drop it with a thud. I felt the cold floor against my knees as I tried to adjust my position and try again.

The physical effort made me sweat, and the state of my body only made it worse. Every time I tried to move the box, my body trembled, and the sweat began to drip down my back and chest, making me feel even more vulnerable.

"Is that all you can do?" Megan mocked, leaning against a shelf as she watched my struggle.

The soft laughter of Carla and Megan filled the space as I continued to try to move the box. Finally, I managed to drag it a few centimeters forward, but the effort left me panting and with my hair completely disheveled, sticking to my face with sweat.

"Now that one over there," Valeria said, pointing to a smaller box but located on one of the upper shelves.

I looked up, the knot in my throat growing. "I can't... I can't..."

"Of course, you can," Valeria interrupted, her tone sharp. "Look, you even have a ladder right next to you."

Indeed, a small metal ladder was leaning against a shelf. I approached it with unsteady steps and dragged it to the indicated spot. My hands trembled as I climbed, aware of how unstable I felt.

When I reached the height of the box, I extended a hand to reach for it. The surface was dusty, and when I finally managed to grab it, the weight made me wobble slightly. "Careful, Samy," Carla said mockingly. "We don't want you to fall."

The words made me shudder, but I managed to get down with the box in my hands. My body was trembling, and my legs barely seemed to hold me up as I placed it next to the other box.

"See? It wasn't that hard," Valeria said, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.

My naked body was a map of humiliation and exhaustion. The skin, exposed and vulnerable, shone with a mixture of sweat and dust, a layer that seemed to accentuate every curve and fold. My hands, covered in dust, were a physical reminder of my forced labor.

My breasts, which usually stood upright, now hung slightly, revealing the shape of my nipples hardened by the cold and tension. My abdomen, normally firm, contracted and relaxed with each breath, exposing the delicate skin of my belly.

My legs, long and toned, showed the definition of the muscles, now covered in a fine layer of sweat. The curve of my hips was a statement of my femininity, even in the midst of this degrading situation.

Every inch of my skin, every fold, every muscle, told a story of resistance and humiliation, a story that my naked body revealed mercilessly.

I felt dirty, humiliated, and exhausted. My hands were covered in dust, and the sweat made my hair stick even more to my face. Every fiber of my being wanted to get out of there, but I knew there was no escape.

"Well," Valeria said, flipping through the documents with a satisfied smile. "There are still a couple more things. So keep working, Samy. This is just the beginning."

My muscles protested, but I knew I had no other choice. I could only hope that the torment would end soon, although each minute seemed to stretch on endlessly.

"Samy, this is missing," Carla said, pointing to a component on the list she was holding in her hand. Her tone was casual, almost carefree, as if I hadn't just gone through a series of humiliations in the past few hours.

My eyes followed the direction of her finger until they finally stopped at the shelf that Carla was indicating. I knew exactly where those components were: behind that tall shelf, in a space that could only be described as a nightmare.

The place was narrow, just a few centimeters of separation between the shelf and the wall. Shadows of accumulated dust covered the floor, along with grease stains and dirt that spread like a warning. Even the maintenance workers, during their regular shifts, preferred to use tools and machines to move the shelves instead of trying to access them manually.

My skin prickled. A cold sensation ran down my back as my gaze stopped at the place. It can't be... they can't be thinking of making me go in there, I thought, feeling my legs weaken.

"What's the matter, Samy? Do you know or don't you?" Valeria asked, crossing her arms as she followed my line of sight. Her smile widened as she noticed my nervousness.

"Yes, I know where they are..." my voice broke as I tried to stay calm. "But... normally the maintenance guys move it with the machines. It's... it's a complicated place to enter manually."

Valeria let out a dry laugh, taking a step towards me. "Well, I already told you that the maintenance guys aren't here today, right? So, you'll have to do it."

My heart started beating hard, and I felt a knot forming in my throat. "But... it's impossible. I don't have the tools, nor do I know how to use the machines..."

"I didn't ask you to move the shelf, Samy," Valeria interrupted with a firm but mocking voice. "I asked you to get the components. It's not that hard. You just need to... go in."

"No, I can't..." My words stumbled, and my legs trembled at the thought of entering that space.

Megan, who had been silently observing the scene, burst into laughter. "Are you really panicking over this, Samy? It's not like we're asking you to save the world."

Carla didn't say anything, but the way she smiled, with maliciously contained amusement, made it clear that she was also enjoying my discomfort.

"Come on, Samy," Valeria insisted, pointing to the place with her chin. "There it is. We're not going to stand here all day waiting for you to come up with a better excuse."

Panic began to take hold of me as my eyes returned to the space behind the shelf. The dirt, the accumulated dust in the corners, the dark stains on the floor... everything seemed to amplify in my mind, each detail a reminder of my vulnerability.

"Please, Valeria, don't..." I tried to reason, my voice breaking with each word. "It's dangerous... the floor is slippery, I can't go in there... Please."

Valeria looked at me steadily, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and determination. "I told you before, Samy. I'm not interested in your excuses. You'll do it, or you'd better prepare for things to get worse for you."

Valeria didn't waste any more time. With a wave of her hand, she indicated towards the narrow space. "Go ahead. And do it quickly."

The words resonated in my mind like a sentence. My legs were trembling, and my entire body protested, but I knew I had no other choice. As I clumsily moved towards the place, each step made me feel smaller, more defenseless.

The floor was slippery under my bare feet due to the grease stains, and the dust began to stick to my sweaty skin, making me feel even more exposed. When I finally bent down to try to enter the space, I felt the laughter of the three girls filling the air, turning my humiliation into their personal entertainment.

With my breath catching, I slowly crouched down, trying not to lose the little balance I had on that slippery terrain. The floor was covered with greasy stains that reflected the flickering lights of the warehouse, and with each step, I felt my bare feet slip, forcing me to lean on the metal shelves to keep from falling.

The cold metal against my hands was a cruel reminder of my position. My entire body was tense, and the sweat that already covered my skin made every touch, every contact with the rusty structure, even more uncomfortable.

"Come on, Samy, don't stop now," Megan said, her tone singing with mockery as she held her cell phone up, recording every step I took.

I could hear the soft sound of the camera shutter as it captured each of my movements. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their gazes on my back.

My knees cracked as they touched the floor. The rough texture of the concrete felt like sandpaper against my skin as I slowly dragged myself towards the space behind the shelf. The dust rose around me with each movement, and soon I began to feel it sticking to my sweaty body.

"Watch out for the grease, Samy! We don't want you to fall and get even dirtier," Carla exclaimed with a laugh, provoking a burst of laughter from Valeria.

My hands slid forward to support me, finding a puddle that left a sticky feeling on my skin. "Ugh! What is this?" I murmured to myself more than to the others.

"Probably old oil," Valeria replied with a carefree tone. "Don't worry, Samy, it cleans up... eventually."

I bit my lip to keep from responding, focusing on moving forward. Every time I leaned forward, I felt the pressure on my breasts and nipples, which rubbed against the rough surface of the floor. It was as if every movement I made was designed to remind me of how exposed I was.

My buttocks, as I crouched and moved forward, were also completely exposed and vulnerable. Every change in position sent shivers of discomfort through my body, as if even the cold air of the warehouse wanted to enter between my buttocks.

"What dedication, Samy! You look like a real professional," Megan said, leaning in a bit to capture a different angle with her cell phone.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to block out the laughter and comments, but the echo in the space made it impossible to ignore them. When I finally reached the narrow space behind the shelf, I had to turn sideways to fit.

The cold metal of the shelves pressed against my waist and hips, leaving me with no room to move easily. I felt my feet continue to slip on the greasy floor, forcing me to stabilize myself constantly with my hands.

"Watch out, Samy, don't get stuck!" Valeria exclaimed, coming closer to observe me better.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing became faster as I ventured deeper into the space. Every inch I advanced was a struggle, not only against the physical environment but also against my own humiliation.

"Perfect, Samy! Smile for the camera!" Megan said, moving even closer to record.

I turned my head with a pleading look, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. I knew there was no escape.

When I finally reached the back of the space and touched the components we were looking for, I felt a brief relief mixed with desperation. My body was exhausted, covered in dust and grease, and my hair stuck to my forehead and neck with sweat.

"Ready, Samy?" Valeria asked, leaning slightly to observe me from the opening. "You have to get them out now. Come on, we don't have all day."

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes to gather the little strength I had left. I knew that no matter how much I wanted to stop, I had no other choice.

With the components in my hands, I turned awkwardly within the narrow space, feeling the cold metal rub against my naked skin once again. Each movement seemed like a cruel reminder of my vulnerability. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as I slowly backed out of the opening.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, mixing with the dust and dirt that clung to my body, making each step feeling stickier and more suffocating. But then, just when I thought the worst stretch was over, a sudden tug on my hair stopped me in my tracks.

"Ouch!" A squeal escaped my lips before I could contain it.

"What's the matter now, Samy?" Megan asked, leaning towards the opening with a mocking smile, still holding her cell phone.

"My... my hair," I managed to mumble as a wave of pain ran through my scalp. I tried to move, but every little tug made my scalp burn even more.

Valeria let out a sarcastic laugh. "How do you manage to complicate things so much, Samy? It's almost... admirable."

"Come on, Samy, just free your hair!" Carla added, crossing her arms as she watched me with amusement.

My trembling fingers tried to reach the back of my head to free my hair caught in the irregular edges of the metal shelf. But with the reduced space, I could barely move. Every attempt to free it only seemed to make the situation worse.

"Please! Help me!" I pleaded, desperate, as I felt tears burning in my eyes.

Megan burst into laughter and lifted her cell phone again. "Help you? But you're doing such a good job on your own, Samy! This deserves to be recorded."

The laughter of the three girls filled the space, amplifying my humiliation. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle another squeal as my hands continued to search for a way to free my hair without causing more pain.

Finally, I found the spot where it was tangled, a strand caught on a screw protruding from the metal. With an awkward and clumsy move, I managed to free my hair, although I felt that some strands were torn in the process.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, feeling the relief mixed with the burning on my scalp.

"Bravo, Samy! What a show!" Valeria said, clapping slowly as I tried to regain my composure.

With the components still in my hands, I slid out of the narrow space, panting as if I had run a marathon. When I finally stood up, the weight of their mocking gazes fell upon me.

My reflection in the opaque window of one of the nearby shelves was a direct blow to my pride. My hair, which had been perfectly styled that morning, was messy, with sticky strands of sweat and dust hanging in all directions. My skin was covered in a mixture of grease and dirt, with dark stains on my knees and elbows. The dust marks stood out on my face and back, giving me an even more disheveled look.

My breasts, which had been firm and proud, now hung slightly due to the pressure, revealing the shape of my nipples hardened by tension and cold. My buttocks, normally rounded and firm, were covered in dust and sweat, revealing the definition of the muscles under the dirty skin.

My breathing was heavy, and I felt my legs trembling after the physical effort. Nothing remained of the professional image I had tried to project when I entered the office that morning.

"Wow, Samy," Carla said, looking at my state from head to toe. "It looks like you've been through a war... and I'm not sure you won."

Megan took a step forward with her cell phone still in hand, capturing another angle of my humiliation. "This is quite a makeover! You should see yourself, Samy. You're unrecognizable."

Valeria smiled with malice, taking the components from my hands. "Well, I don't know about you girls, but I think this is the perfect look for someone who wants to stand out... for what they really are."

I stood motionless, with tears burning in my eyes, as they laughed among themselves. I looked down, feeling the last bit of dignity I had left slipping away. This wasn't just a terrible day; it was a nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape.

As I stood trembling and covered in dirt, Valeria took out her phone without warning. Her gaze examined me from head to toe, and before I could react, the click of the camera shutter filled the air.

"Perfect! This is one I'll keep as a souvenir," Valeria said with a smile filled with malice, looking at her phone's screen. "You know, Samy? I think this capture is a work of art."

"Why...?" I murmured, unable to complete the question. My voice was barely a whisper as I tried to process what she had just done.

"Because I can," Valeria replied, not giving it much importance. Megan and Carla exchanged glances and laughed softly, as if the situation were a show designed solely for their entertainment.

Carla looked at the components we had collected and, with a satisfied sigh, said, "Well, that's everything. We can go back to the fifth floor to finish the report now."

The idea of returning to the fifth floor knotted my stomach. I looked at my reflection in one of the nearby metal surfaces and saw an unrecognizable figure: dust and grease covered every inch of my body, my hair was completely messy and sticky, and my hands trembled as I tried to contain my panic.

"I can't... I can't go back like this," I said, my voice breaking as I turned to Valeria. "How do you expect me to go up to the building like this? It's crazy..."

Valeria turned on her heels, holding the warehouse door open. Her expression was cold and calculating. "Well, Samy, you have two options: you come with us now, or I leave you here locked up. Maybe on Monday the maintenance guys will find you... who knows, maybe they'll even do you a favor and help you clean up."

I knew she was joking cruelly, but her words were enough to send me into a spiral of fear. There was no escape, no other option. I can't stay here... I thought, feeling tears threatening to overflow.

"Okay... I'll go," I finally said, with a barely audible voice, feeling my will break once more.

Valeria smiled triumphantly as she closed the warehouse door with a firm click. Without saying more, the three girls started walking towards the elevator, and I, with hesitant and heavy steps, followed them, my body betraying me with every movement.

When we reached the elevator and the doors opened, I felt my entire being tense as I stepped in. The elevator mirror reflected an image of devastation: three immaculate girls, dressed with confidence and neatness, and then me, completely naked, a mess, covered in dirt, and my dignity hanging by a thread.

Valeria stood in the center, elegantly fixing her hair, while Carla pressed the button for the fifth floor. Megan, not missing an opportunity, took out her cell phone again, capturing the contrast between us with a mocking smile.

My eyes filled with tears as I saw myself in the mirror, reality hitting me with full force. A few tears began to fall, silent at first, but soon the sobs were impossible to contain. I tried to cover my face, but my dirty hands only added to the humiliation.

"Are you really crying, Samy?" Megan asked, laughing softly as she moved her cell phone closer. "This is too good! Valeria, I think this should go straight to the memory file."

"It's a show, that's for sure," Valeria responded with sarcasm, looking at her reflection as if she couldn't be more satisfied with the situation.

Carla, for her part, simply crossed her arms and watched me, her smile making it clear that she didn't feel a shred of compassion.

Every second inside that elevator felt eternal, every look from the girls was a dagger that stabbed deeper. When the doors finally opened on the fifth floor, I felt my legs barely able to hold me up. I knew the torment wasn't over, but I couldn't imagine how it could get worse.

When the elevator reached the fifth floor, the doors opened with a soft beep. The three girls stepped out with the same confidence as always, their firm steps resonating in the immaculate hallway. I, on the other hand, remained inside, looking at the bright floor of the hallway. I knew that every step I took would be evidence of my misery, a tangible reminder of how far I had fallen.

My sobs were barely audible, but I felt them tearing my throat as I tried to hold back the tears. Get a grip, Sam. Whatever is left... but do it now, I thought, even though there was nothing left to recover.

"Samy," Valeria said from outside, with a mix of mockery and exasperation in her voice. "We don't have all day. Get out now."

I shook my head, unable to respond. My feet remained stuck to the elevator floor as the tears continued to fall silently.

"I can't believe it," Valeria muttered. "She can't even behave for something as simple as this."

Carefully, Valeria approached the edge of the elevator. I could feel her gaze evaluating me, looking for a way to get me out without having to touch my dirt-covered body. Finally, she let out a theatrical sigh and leaned in, taking a clean strand of my hair that fell over my face.

"Come on, Samy. Time to get out," she said firmly, pulling my hair hard enough to make me squeal.

"Ow! Please, no!" I whimpered, the pain shooting from my scalp to the rest of my body.

Valeria pulled once more, just enough to get me out of my immobility, forcing me out of the elevator. My bare feet, still slippery from the grease and grime of P3, left dark marks on the fine gray porcelain floor of the hallway. Each step I took was a new stain, a visual testimony of my humiliation.

I tried to keep my balance, but the bright, polished floor offered no traction. My foot slipped slightly, and instinctively, I leaned against the wall. The smooth, clean surface was now marked with a trail of dirt and sweat that seemed to expand under my touch.

"Look at that!" Carla exclaimed, pointing to the wall with a playful smile. "Literally everything she touches gets dirty. It's incredible."

Megan let out a burst of laughter, holding up her cell phone to capture the disaster. "We should document this. Samy, the human tornado."

I felt my body shrink even more as I tried to move slowly behind them. My steps were clumsy, and every sound I made seemed to amplify the echo of my muddy footsteps. My legs trembled as I hugged myself, my hair falling forward in a desperate attempt to hide my face.

When we finally reached Beatriz's office, Valeria and Carla stopped in front of the door. Megan, with a wide smile, took out her access card and swiped it through the reader.

"Welcome back to your disaster zone, Samy," Megan said as the door opened with a soft click.

I knew there was no escape, only more humiliation waiting for me inside. And yet, something inside me wanted to believe that this torment would somehow come to an end.

Entering Beatriz's office, a place I once considered my professional refuge, now felt like crossing a threshold into a world where I didn't belong. The air conditioning, always set to a pleasant temperature, now felt icy against my naked, sweaty, and dirty skin. Every draft that brushed my body amplified the discomfort, as if the cold were a constant reminder of my deplorable state.

My eyes scanned the immaculate space: the gleaming surfaces of the desk, the perfectly aligned chairs, the shine of the freshly polished floor. Everything brutally contrasted with my mental reflection. Me, covered in grime and with grease marks on my bare feet, had no place in such an immaculate setting. I felt like an intruder, a stranger. How could I ever consider this place mine again after this?

Megan was the first to break the silence, with her usual mocking smile. "Come on, Samy, keep going. But be careful not to touch anything; we don't want my mom's office to end up as gross as you."

Her words hit me like a slap. I looked down at my feet, observing the stains I left with every step. The dark traces spread across the immaculate floor, clear evidence of my out-of-place presence.

I tried to move forward, but my movements were slow and clumsy, as if each step only increased the weight of humiliation. Megan walked carefree, and her impeccable attire seemed to highlight my disheveled appearance even more.

Carla, on her part, made a comment that finished sinking me. "I think it's best to gather all the work before Samy has a chance to ruin it with her 'personal touch'."

The three girls laughed, and I could only look down, unable to respond. My hands trembled, and my stomach churned. The mixture of shame and misery was so strong that I felt like every fiber of my being was crumbling.

Every corner of the office now seemed like a silent enemy, amplifying my sense of isolation. The space that once represented organization and control now felt relentless, each perfectly aligned detail contrasting with my messy and dirty presence.

I stood still, not knowing what to do, feeling the girls' stares fixed on me, as if they were waiting for my next clumsy move to laugh even more. How did I get to this point? I thought, as the cold and shame intertwined, leaving me frozen in my place.

I didn't know how much time had passed since we entered the office. Everything felt like a blur, an endless mix of humiliation and coldness. I observed, almost like an external spectator, as Valeria checked her watch, the reflection of the elegant, gleaming metal under the office lights. Each of her movements seemed deliberate, a precise choreography that contrasted with my clumsy, nervous immobility.

My eyes slowly moved from one face to another. Valeria, with her haughty demeanor and malicious satisfaction expression; Carla, entertained, with a spark of mockery in her gaze; and Megan, always smiling, always ready to capture a new moment of my humiliation with her phone. The three of them were so calm, so comfortable in their environment, while I remained huddled in my corner, like an intruder who didn't know how to justify their presence.

I closed my eyes tightly. This can't be happening. It can't be real. But when I opened them, the scene was still there, intact. Valeria was gathering documents with an almost irritating efficiency, while Carla organized some folders with agile movements. Megan, on her part, sat at her mother's desk, drumming her fingers on the immaculate surface and throwing me quick, mocking glances.

My senses, normally a source of control and logic, now seemed to conspire against me, amplifying my vulnerability:

Every detail of the place reminded me of how out of place I was. The gleaming furniture, the perfect lines of the minimalist design, the spotless floor marked by my dirty footsteps. Even the girls' faces, impeccable and made-up, were a cruel contrast to my state. I couldn't escape what I saw; everything screamed that I didn't belong there.

The coldness of the air conditioning seemed to pierce my skin, especially where sweat and grime had accumulated. I felt the rough marks of grease on my feet and hands, an unpleasant constant caress that I couldn't ignore. Every time I tried to adjust my posture, my body protested with a slight pain, reminding me of the physical effort I had endured.

The echo of the girls' movements filled the space, the sound of paper being organized, the soft click of pen caps, the leather's creak as Carla adjusted her chair. Everything seemed amplified, as if my mind clung to those small noises to distract itself from my state. But the occasional laughter, the barely whispered jokes, were impossible to ignore.

The office, always imbued with a faint scent of coffee and cleaning products, now seemed charged with an unpleasant contrast: my own odor. I could perceive the mixture of sweat, dust, and grease clinging to my skin, invading the air with a persistent reminder of my humiliation.

My mouth was dry, as if the air conditioning had absorbed every drop of moisture. The bitter taste of fear lingered on my tongue, a physical reflection of my anguish. I tried to swallow, but my throat was closed, as if my body refused to relieve the tension.

The bright white lights of the office seemed to make me more visible, more exposed. I closed my eyes once more, wishing that when I opened them, everything would be over, that I would wake up in my bed, safe and dressed. But every sensation persisted, every stimulus confirmed that this was real. This is my reality now.

As the girls moved, gathering the documents and materials to finish the work, I remained frozen in my corner. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to move without dirtying something else, without attracting more ridicule. My arms clutched my body, trying to cover what I could, while my gaze avoided theirs.

"Don't you have anything to say, Samy?" Megan finally asked, breaking the silence with her mocking tone, though her words didn't require an answer.

I remained silent, motionless, trapped in my corner, as if that small strip of space could protect me from the reality surrounding me. But there was no escape, and I knew it.

When Valeria and Carla finished gathering the documents and materials, Valeria turned her gaze to Megan and, with an authoritarian gesture, handed her the access card and the small key.

"Megan, can you go up to the seventh floor and get Samy's things? Here's everything you need," Valeria said with a barely contained smile. Her tone was casual, but the intention was clear. Megan took the keys with a flash of amusement in her eyes.

"Sure, no problem. It'll be fun to see how fast I can find them," Megan replied, throwing me a meaningful glance before turning towards the door.

"Carla, accompany her to put everything in order in my office," Valeria added, running her fingers through her impeccable jacket. Carla nodded enthusiastically.

"Come on, Megan! Let's finish this and get everything ready for Monday," Carla said, following Megan out of the office.

The doors closed with a soft click, leaving me alone with Valeria. Immediately, I felt my body tense up, my skin prickling again, and a cold that had nothing to do with the air conditioning settled in my chest. I looked at Valeria, her relaxed posture contrasting with the intensity of her gaze.

I tried to control my breathing, but every attempt to calm down only seemed to amplify my anxiety. This is worse. Much worse. I can't stay alone with her...

Valeria took a step towards me, her heels resonating against the porcelain floor. My instinct was to step back, but I had nowhere to go.

"Samy," she said calmly, though her voice had an edge I couldn't ignore. "From now on, things are going to change."

I didn't respond, my throat too dry to make a sound. Her expression hardened, her gaze piercing as if she wanted to engrave her words into my mind.

"You will do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, no matter where or when," she continued, leaning slightly towards me. "And if you ever dare to tell me no, remember that I have enough photos and evidence to destroy your career, your reputation, and any trace of dignity you have left."

My heart pounded, and fear paralyzed me. I tried to protest, gathering the strength to say something, but my words came out as an incoherent babble.

"But I... this isn't fair... I didn't—"

Valeria raised a hand, cutting me off with an authoritarian gesture. "Not fair? Samy, you put yourself in this situation. Now, everything that happens depends on you. As long as you do what I say, no one will see those photos. But if you decide to be difficult... well, you'll become famous."

My breathing quickened, and tears began to gather in my eyes. I couldn't imagine the consequences of what she was saying, but I couldn't stand up to her either.

"Oh, and one more thing," Valeria added, with a cold smile. "Anything you think I need to know, you will tell me. Everything. There will be no secrets between us, understood?"

I nodded slowly, without raising my eyes. The defeat weighed on me so heavily that I could barely stand.

"Good," Valeria said with satisfaction, taking a step back and crossing her arms. "Now wait. Megan won't be long in returning with your things. And, Samy... welcome to your new reality."

I stood still in my place, unable to do anything but nod again. The feeling of having completely lost control of my life was overwhelming.