“Why are you closing the door?” Dylan asked pulling her hand out of Helena’s grasp.

“I don’t want anyone to hear our conversation. You know this information is confidential.” Please have a seat.

“There’s no one else here Helena. Besides there’s nothing to discuss. I just need the figure and I’ll be on my way.” Dylan remained standing.

“Dylan sit.” Helena barked then softened her tone. “Just for a minute please. Would you like a glass of wine?” Helena motioned to the open wine bottle on her desk.  

“No thank you. I don’t want to drink on an empty stomach and neither should you.” The bottle was almost empty and Dylan could tell that Helena was already on her way to being intoxicated.

“Have dinner with me then. I was just finishing up here.” 

Dylan was getting impatient with Helena’s games. “Helena I don’t want to have dinner with you. Can you please just show me the file?”

Seeing that she was getting nowhere, Helena walked over to the file cabinet and pulled out the Neilson file. She flipped through the pages and found what Dylan needed. “The estimated cost for the project is 73,430 Euros.”

Relieved that she could now get back to work Dylan took the few steps to the door and placed her hand on the knob to open it. She didn’t realize that Helena had moved quietly from her position next to the file cabinet and in an instant was standing directly behind Dylan pressing her body into her back and pushing her up against the closed door.

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Helena whispered; her wine breathe close to Dylan’s ear.

“Thank you Helena. Good night.” Dylan thought being agreeable would be best not to antagonize the situation. She tried again to turn the knob but Helena pressed her into the door and took both wrists into her hands and held them tight to Dylan’s side.

“Helena please let go of me.”

Helena moved closer and sniffed Dylan’s fragrant hair and perfume. “You smell so good.” Helena purred ignoring Dylan’s words and tightening her grip against her struggle to get loose.

“Helena what the fuck do you think you’re doing. Let go of me.” Dylan shouted to no avail.