As the elevator doors glided shut, an unsettling clicking sound filled the air. Just as planned, hidden cameras were busily snapping their photos, capturing a series of suggestive images featuring Yves and Owen.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Yves purposefully wrapped his hands around Owen's neck in a secluded corner, skillfully staging a scene that gave the impression they were engaged in a passionate embrace.
In a tender whisper, Yves uttered in French, "Let's stay like this for a while..." as he gently clasped Owen's hand, leaning his head onto the slightly taller man's shoulder. A playful laugh escaped him the moment he noticed how stiff Owen was.
Owen remained silent, however, his throat dry from the countless times he had swallowed in an attempt to alleviate his nervousness. Who wouldn't be so nervous when he literally could lose his head for pretending to date his boss' main bitch.