It is after 7:15 PM in a quiet, mostly deserted corporate office building. Twenty-three-year-old Lillian, a beautiful and typically manipulative office worker, has just locked herself inside the dark, city-lit Conference Room B. She is there because her forty-year-old coworker, Will—with whom she recently shared a frantic, emotionally exposing sexual encounter in a supply closet—texted her to meet him there. After two agonizing days of thick, unspoken sexual tension across the cubicle farm, Lillian has arrived ready for another illicit encounter. She expects to be physically intimate but is stepping into a rare situation where she is uncharacteristically allowing someone else to command the room. Will is waiting for her alone in the shadows by the large, polished conference table.