"Dead," Tina breathed, dropping her head down on her arms in exhaustion. It had been a long night in the office, and many had left, but she had work to do. "I’m dead," she whispered softly to herself, her back aching and her conscience wavering even moreso.

She was sure Bette was tired as well after the extremely long day that had just transpired, and she wondered how her boss was taking all of the stress. After looking around to see that everybody else had left, she groggily got out of her seat and walked toward Bette’s office.

Wiping her eyes of their fatigue, she knocked gently on the door. With no answer, her expression was twisted with confusion. Had Bette left without her noticing?

The sight before her brought an endless smile to her lips. As she quietly opened the door, she saw Bette at her desk, sleeping. She was so beautiful and so peaceful all at once. Tina stepped in and closed the door very quietly behind her.

Bette remained in her slumber, her head laid on her arms folded over the desk. Tina approached with silence, walking over with a calm smile. Her eyes were heavy too, but this sight caught her attention like nothing else. She could hear her every breath, her every step over to Bette’s side. She felt a rush, knowing she shouldn’t be in there while her boss slept at the desk, and if it were any other person, she would have left, but this was Bette. The woman she … well, she wouldn’t admit that to herself. She didn’t know what to call it.

There was something about Bette she couldn’t fully understand, but she knew it was different, and she also knew she wanted it. She sank down to her knees at the side of Bette’s chair, part from exhaustion and part from her own desire to do so. She could hear her own heavy breathing, but she couldn’t seem to slow it. Nothing was happening, and Bette wasn’t even awake, but it was exciting her. She hadn’t thought of being on her knees before she had done it, but it felt so right. She instantly basked in the thrill.

"Ms Porter?" she whispered cautiously.