Cleopatra and Peter had just entered the elevator, which was already crowded with several other staff members, including Louis, who stood in the middle, slightly squeezed by the crowd. The atmosphere inside the elevator felt tight, and the air seemed heavier with each passing second.

Cleopatra stood right behind Louis, and although the conversations among the staff could be heard, there was a tension building between the two of them that only Cleopatra could understand. Her feelings were mixed—between wanting to tease Louis, curiosity, and a hint of excitement. She knew exactly how to make Louis feel anxious and uncomfortable.


As the elevator descended, Cleopatra saw an opportunity. She quietly extended her finger and touched Louis' hand, then slowly lowered it until it brushed against his backside.

The moment Louis felt the touch, he shivered, his body immediately tensing up. The already cramped elevator made it almost impossible for him to breathe. His heart pounded, and he tried his best not to show what was happening, even though his awkwardness only grew.

The crowded and confined space made him worry that Cleopatra's actions would be noticed if they became too obvious. He silently hoped and prayed that no one had noticed what had just happened.


But Cleopatra, standing behind him, knew exactly what he was feeling. Meanwhile, a mischievous smile slowly appeared on her face,

though she tried to remain calm and composed. Each passing second made it harder for Louis to control himself. His hands trembled slightly, and even though he wanted to resist, he felt as if he couldn't move.


Finally, when the elevator doors opened, signaling their arrival at their destination floor, Louis quickly stepped out, trying to regain his composure and hide behind his confusion. He couldn't help himself—he rushed out without waiting for anyone else, using any excuse just to escape from the unsettling situation.

Cleopatra, on the other hand, felt satisfied seeing Louis' hurried reaction. There was a certain pleasure in watching how disturbed he was. A victorious smile lit up her face, even though she maintained her graceful appearance. Her actions weren't just about teasing Louis; it was more about teaching him a lesson he wouldn't forget. A little trick to test Louis' endurance—and clearly, she had won.

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After leaving the elevator, Louis felt a little awkward, but he tried to ignore what had just happened. He sat at the dining table with Adrian, his colleague from the finance department. Normally, this was an enjoyable break time for them, but today felt different.

Across the table sat Cleopatra and Peter, who were eating in the cafeteria for the first time. Their presence there only made Louis feel more uncomfortable, especially since they were sitting directly across from him.

Cleopatra sat with elegance, and from the moment she arrived, her eyes never left Louis. Her sharp gaze pierced straight through him, making him even more uneasy. It was as if her stare could see right into him. Louis felt like a fish caught in a net, and the longer he met Cleopatra's eyes, the harder it became to maintain his composure.

He tried to divert his gaze, focusing on his burger, but his heart pounded. His mind was in turmoil, and he felt nervous. Everything about this situation made him extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Cleopatra continued to stare at him without saying a word, and Louis could feel her gaze targeting his very core. He tried to stay calm, but with each passing moment, it became increasingly difficult not to feel anxious. In his nervousness, Louis hurriedly swallowed a large bite of his burger, hoping to finish quickly and leave the cafeteria before his discomfort grew any worse.

Adrian, who had been sitting beside him, initially paid no attention, but he began to sense that something was off about Louis' behavior. His normally relaxed expression now looked tense, making Adrian suspicious. Without hesitation, he turned to Louis and asked in a playful tone, "Hey, you okay?"

Louis flinched for a second, nearly choking from eating too fast, but he quickly forced a smile. "Yeah, I just... I need to check on my work," he replied quickly, trying to sound casual even though he felt completely unsettled inside.

Adrian looked at Louis with a puzzled expression. He didn't quite understand what was going on, especially since Louis, who was usually calm, now seemed anxious and rushed. With his usual playful demeanor, Adrian tilted his head and said, "Okay, then," shaking his head. "But you're usually way more relaxed than this, aren't you?"

Louis remained silent for a moment, feeling a tension he couldn't shake. "Ah, yeah," he replied, stumbling over his words slightly. "But there are some things I need to check."

Adrian, noticing that his best friend was acting strangely, became even more confused. "You're acting really weird today, Louis. Normally, you're super relaxed," he said jokingly. "What's going on? Are you having some kind of panic attack?"

Louis let out a small laugh, trying to mask his anxiety, though the tension was still clearly visible on his face. "No, I'm fine. It's just... I have a lot of work to do," he said, but Adrian could tell something wasn't right.

Meanwhile, Cleopatra, sitting at the opposite table, simply smiled in satisfaction as she watched Louis struggle to contain his nervousness. Every time he appeared anxious, she felt a small sense of triumph, a victory over the tension she had successfully built. Her smile widened, and her gaze remained fixed on Louis, as if she was enjoying how trapped he was in her little game.

Louis tried to eat as quickly as possible, but the more he attempted to ignore Cleopatra's stare, the harder it became to suppress the nervousness creeping over him. Within seconds, he finished his meal, desperately avoiding Cleopatra's piercing gaze. As soon as he was done, he hurriedly stood up and rushed to another table, trying to escape the situation that was making him more and more uncomfortable.

At that moment, Peter, sitting beside Cleopatra, observed Louis growing increasingly restless and uneasy. He had noticed Louis' change in demeanor since the elevator, and now he saw how the man could barely keep his eyes off Cleopatra. Peter had worked with Cleopatra long enough to understand how she played this game—and now, he could sense the tension escalating.

Watching Louis fall deeper into discomfort, Peter felt the need to remind Cleopatra to be more careful.

With a quiet voice, almost drowned out by the noise of the cafeteria, Peter leaned in and whispered in Cleopatra's ear. "You should stop teasing him, or Mr. Toreto might run away again, Ms. Thompson," he murmured with concern, his eyes still fixed on Louis, who was looking increasingly anxious at the dining table.

Peter knew exactly how this game could unfold, and he worried that if Cleopatra kept pushing, Louis might truly withdraw and distance himself.

Cleopatra turned to Peter with an air of confidence, a faint smirk on her lips as if she knew exactly what was happening. Her gaze never left Louis, who could barely eat in peace. She then shifted her attention back to Peter, but her expression remained unwavering. "He won't be able to go anywhere," Cleopatra replied in a calm yet assured tone. "He's already too trapped in this game to back out now."

Peter looked at Cleopatra with a familiar expression—one that revealed just how immovable her determination was. Sometimes, he worried about her composed and calculated manner, even as situations became more intense. But he knew very well that Cleopatra never backed down from her goals.

With a hesitant nod, Peter chose not to say anything further. He understood that Cleopatra always had her own way of controlling situations, and even though he felt uneasy about where this was going, he couldn't interfere with the steps she had already planned. Peter glanced at Louis once more, who now seemed even more unsettled. But all he could do was sigh, realizing that Cleopatra would never stop playing this game.