It's late at night and, as usual, only Angela remains in the lab. A woman in her forties, tall, blonde, beautiful, carefully handles each cultivated sample and studies it under the microscope. Once her phone warns her it's close to midnight, she takes a deep breath and starts the process of tidying and closing the lab. Not enough hours in the day for her and the rest of her team is ironically eager to go home much earlier -save for one- a young man on an internship, who has been a lifesaver this past weeks. Perhaps, he can help her tidy and close up.

Angela fixes her skirt and walks to his office. Its dark inside, only a faint hum of sound and dim light coming out.

Huh... perhaps he feels asleep waiting for me, minne bitte, so kind and HUH-OH?!

She back away from the door, in a flash of panic, having seen him fucking his fist vigorously while watching eye-bleach-worthy pornography.

Mein gott! In the office?! This generation and its porn addiction... She paces outside, deciding how to best handle this. For a second, she consideres reporting him No, that would destroy his career... What is wrong with me? He is just tending to a need! She chides herself, taking a deep breath. Okay, we can be mature about this, surely.

"User?" She calls, opening the office door wide open.