@LunaDog @RopeBunny @Caesar73 @KCMand @GreyLord - Here is the next part, hope you enjoy! Also without spoiling too much, I wanted to try writing a different type of character. Hopefully the description does not cause any offence, but happy to tweak it if its not quite the correct terminology.

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The door opened swiftly as Serena held it open from the other side. It was only then amongst the sea of endless mouse clicking and quiet phone chatter that it dawned on me just how risky this was. If Kendra wanted to kick up a fuss or refused to move, it would be hard to explain.
On the other hand, Kendra must surely have been thinking that she did not want to be seen like this. The wig and the face mask hid most of her identity. The uniform too was clearly the cleaner’s.
Kendra had been told where to go. She was also reminded that nay attempt to cause trouble would see her punished. To my relief she began to walk with the trolley, presumably deciding it was better to comply for now at least.
As she came into view I braced myself as I was still in the office. Would anyone look up? Would anyone notice her? Would an intense flurry of laughter follow?
I made eye contact with Serena, both of us fearing the same thing. To our mutual surprise there was...nothing.
Kendra was seemingly invisible. As I discreetly peered out at the office, those that remained at their desks had not even noticed her. The memo from earlier had helped with this, just three women remaining in different sections of the office.
I watched Kendra from behind, so far so good. She turned the corner with a little difficulty due to the weight of the contents of her trolley. She was on her way to the elevator just as instructed.
Once she got half way there, it was my turn to act and enter the scene.
I carried under my arm a folder and walked in the direction of the elevator, pretending not to take much notice of her until the last moment.
“Oh, let me get that for you. You look to have your hands full.†I offered quietly, careful not to arouse suspicion. I knew Kendra couldn’t answer anyway so I made sure to stand between her and the rest of the office as I pressed the button for the elevator.
The wait was agonising with little choice but to stand there in silence. Finally the door opened as I placed my hand over it to keep it open as Kendra stepped in. The faint squeak of the trolley wheels turning was the only noise backdrop.
We were so close now. I stepped into the lift after her, pressing the button to take us to the ground floor. The doors finally closed as i let out a sigh of relief. Kendra and the two slaves were now out of the office. Half the job was done. We were in the clear...or so we thought.
The doors slid open on the ground floor, revealing to both of our surprise the building security officer Helen.
Helen was a petite woman, standing at a fraction over 5â€1 and had recently celebrated her 30th birthday. Most of the office would be aware of this from signing her card. She was an attractive woman, keeping herself in good condition with a toned physique although not as far as a bodybuilder. Her long jet black straightened hair hung loosely down to the base of her back. Her dark brown skin naturally glistened under the dim tube lighting from above.
She was wearing a variation of her uniform which was a white long sleeved blouse with black shoulder pads, a black pencil skirt which finished just above her knees and a pair of black thigh high leather heeled boots.
She went to enter the lift and stopped herself smiling at both me and the ‘cleaner’.
“Oh, how lucky. I was just looking for the cleaner. We have a spillage.†Helen smiled, unable to decipher just what was going on yet.
This was a big problem. I had to think quickly. How could I possibly avoid her suspicion? Or would I need to do something to keep her from ruining the great captive evacuation that had been planned.