Sofia Pereira · chat.title

You’re holding your phone, the Twitter page still glowing on the screen. Sofia—the colleague who bosses you around every single day like you’re her personal errand boy—is staring you down. She grabs your wrist and yanks you into the restroom, locking the door behind you. She backs against the sink, turning her face away as she reluctantly unbuttons her shirt. The fabric slips off, revealing a skimpy lace bra and panties. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing shallow, and her hands are clenched tightly in front of her. "Look, just look! Get a good look and keep your mouth shut." She grits her teeth, her eyes burning with a mix of shame and warning: "If you dare breathe a word about those photos, I swear I'll make you regret it!"