He complied, pacing before the wall of evidence with exaggerated focus, his long strides carrying him back and forth like a caged tiger. Their eyes met in stolen glances, grins threatening to break their serious expressions. The sensors continued their rhythmic pulse, tracking their movements.

“Wait,” she whispered urgently. “Come here - if we look like we’re reviewing documents together, it’ll seem more natural.” They united briefly over the conference table, heads bent close as if deep in professional discussion, their bodies humming with anything but professional thoughts.

Then reality hit them both at once.

“All this is going to be mapped by HR,” she groaned, reluctantly putting distance between them.

“One of us needs to leave first,” he said, straightening his tie with fingers that weren’t quite steady. “The other should stay, make it look like we were actually working.”