At 2.39pm, Caroline finally found an opportunity to escape from her desk as nature had been urging her to do for the past hour.
The only cubicle free was the last in the row, where a sign on the door read, “Not safe for use.”
“Don’t care!” she muttered.
She sat, then recoiled, certain something had touched her buttock. Before she could stand, cold fingers took firm hold of her like a bowling ball and pulled her into the bowl.
And the sensor on the auto-flush winked with satisfaction as it surveyed the empty stall with a locked door. Again.