The server room door clicked shut with a soft pneumatic hiss, sealing the four of them inside a cool, dimly lit cocoon of humming racks, blinking green LEDs, and the faint ozone smell of overheating hard drives. The space was barely ten by twelve feet—crammed with black metal cabinets, tangled cables snaking across the floor, and one narrow workbench shoved against the far wall. No windows. No cameras. Soundproofed walls to keep server noise from bleeding into the open floor. Perfect.

Meera leaned back against the door, heart still racing from the pantry blowjob and the Slack notification burning a hole in her pocket. Her lips still tasted faintly of Arjun’s cum. Arjun stood beside her, jeans zipped but bulge obvious, eyes dark with leftover hunger.