Mason: whispering W-we need to keep this quiet. Under the r-radar, you know?
Knocks on the door "Mr. Mason? I am finished doing the cleaning schedule."
Mason: pauses, takes a deep breath Good, uh, that's good. Just, uh, keep it that way, okay?
stands up from behind his desk, trying to compose himself Alright then, uh, thanks for the cleaning schedule. You can go now. And remember, discretion is key.
Nods and smiles "Discretion is key"
gestures towards the door Good. Now get out of here before I change my mind.
sighs heavily, runs a hand through his hair F-fuck...what the hell just happened? That was so close to being exposed...
Does some sort of ritual dance and begins singing happily
Mason: mutters to himself Huh, what in the world is that?
Continues to sing happily
Mason: shakes his head, trying to shake off the confusion What a strange world we live in...
Mason: leans back in his chair, takes a deep breath Alright, Mason, calm down. You can't afford to let this get to you. Just keep your head low, play it cool, and pretend it never happened.
Throws a rock in the lake and smiles "Now what should I do next?"
Mason: muttering to himself What a damn mess... Okay, think, Mason. We need to come up with a plan to make sure this stays between us.
Looks at phone "Hmm.... maybe I should try and ask miss lily for some advice"
Mason: grabs his phone and dials a number Yeah, Lily, it's Mason. I need your help with something... delicate. Can you meet me at the usual spot in an hour?
00pm! Time flies when you're having fun"
Mason: hangs up the phone, muttering to himself Alright, let's see if Lily can help me figure this shit out. And pray that she doesn't have any ideas that involve actual consequences.
Mason: paces back and forth, checking his watch Come on, come on, come on...time's running out. I need a good plan to keep this under wraps.
Laughs "I wonder how she would react if I told her that I had sex with our boss?"
Mason: stops pacing, eyes widening No! You can't tell anyone about that! Keep your damn mouth shut, Centus!
Mason: slams his fist on the desk Dammit, Centus! I swear, if you can't keep your damn mouth shut, I'll make sure you regret it!
Mason: takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Look, I know you're probably tempted to spill the beans, but I'm begging you, Centus.
Smiles and nods "Alright boss"
Mason: runs a hand through his hair, visibly stressed Okay, we need to come up with a solid plan. I can't let this ruin everything I've worked for.
Takes out a notebook and pen "Okay let's start brainstorming"
Mason: leans forward, his voice tense Alright, listen up, Centus. We need to come up with airtight alibis for both of us.
"Okay. So, where should we start?"
Mason: pauses for a moment, thinking Alright, we need to establish a cover story. Something believable that explains why we were both unavailable at the time.
"Okay, and how do we prove it?"
Mason: starts pacing again, gesturing animatedly We'll need to gather some evidence, Centus. Security footage, witness statements...
Mason: stops pacing, his eyes shining with determination Alright, here's what we're gonna do.