Masterbute in Office [Office]

She was slightly unsteady on her feet as she stood up. She grabbed the folder along with her purse. Trying to look calm, she walked down the few aisles to the door.

A few heads turn her way, two a woman's. She observes the woman from the corner of my eye. Both look exactly alike: Blonde-brown hair, late twenties, clean clothes; they have to be twins, as she thought.

Fuck, I should deal with my office fast and move out from here.

Machiko thought as she exit the office and move down the hallway, she turn right then up three flights of stairs, by the time she get there she was breathing hard. She pushes through a set of doors and heads towards the end of the hall. That door, she knows, leads out to the fourth-floor balcony and smoking area.