By 6 pm, the office was a ghost town, just as I had hoped. Maria and Mike walked in from the direction of the elevators, both of them giggling and slightly disheveled.
Looked like they were on again, I thought with a shudder. I grabbed a memory stick from my desk drawer and walked over to them.
“We have to hurry,” I told Mike as I led him and Maria to Peter’s old office. “Logan always returns at precisely 6:30 from his evening run.”
I turned to look at Mike to make sure he understood. His face turned a light shade of green.
“Cool,” he said. “No pressure at all. This is great.”
“You’ve got this baby,” Maria kissed him on the cheek. She whispered something in his ear and they both giggled.
“Alright, enough of that,” I pushed open the doo
