The sound of knocking on the locked office door grabbed Jessica's attention from the mirror and sent a new shiver up her spine, this one out of terror rather than pain or pleasure. Hadn't everyone else in the office left already? It was Friday, wasn't it?
"Jessica? Are you in there?" The cursed drider recognized whose voice it was -- Samantha, her new assistant (well, if six months is considered new). She had proven herself pretty competent about accounting and had been quite helpful to Jessica about doing the routine stuff so that Jessica could at least try to keep her own brain from going slack with boredom by sticking with the more tricky parts. But again, it's Friday evening -- what was she doing here now, of all the times, when the others should have left for the weekend? More immediately, did she happen to overhear her own screams just now despite the measures she took to muffle them?
What was Jessica to do? Maybe Samantha would think she was just hearing things and leave of her own volition...or she might try to break in to investigate if something bad had happened in here (which wouldn't be inaccurate, to be honest, but she'd probably be thinking of a mundane medical emergency or a thief trying to break in, NOT her boss turned into a naked and towering multi-eyed, multi-armed, multi-breasted spider monster!) Maybe Jessica should say something to assauge Samantha's probable concerns...or maybe she could just spill the beans and hope things don't backfire on her? Again? So many years Jessica's had to keep this secret, even from her own parents -- it's a taxing burden to carry alone, that's for sure.