Emily Meyers was done. Absolutely, irrevocably done. Luke Edmunds had pushed her to the brink yet again. Thailand Day, with its noodle-covered desk and a keyboard ruined by curry sauce, was the last straw. HR was useless, Campbell was more interested in Pad Thai than office discipline, and Luke's smug grin haunted her every thought.
Storming down the hallway, Emily didn't head to her desk or Campbell's office. Instead, she veered into the restroom, locking herself in a stall.
She needed to make a statement. Something so big, so ridiculous, that Luke—and the entire office—would finally take her seriously.
Her eyes fell on the green bikini she kept in her bag from a planned weekend trip to the pool. Slowly, a wild idea formed in her head.
Minutes later, Emily emerged from the restroom, her business attire discarded in favor of the bright green bikini. It was a bold, ridiculous move—but desperate times called for desperate measures.
She marched down to the main level, her bare feet slapping against the polished floors of the building lobby. The space was bustling with employees, visitors, and security guards, all of whom stopped and stared as she strode into the center of the room.
Taking a deep breath, Emily pulled out her phone, connected it to the lobby's Bluetooth speaker system (because Luke had left it connected after Thailand Day), and pressed play.
The opening beats of "Can't Back Down" from Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam blasted through the lobby.
As the music built, Emily launched into the choreography she remembered from her high school theater days. She twirled, stomped, and struck dramatic poses, her green bikini glittering under the harsh lobby lights.
She began to sing:
"It's like a chain reaction!"
"It comes in so strong…"
Her voice echoed through the lobby as stunned onlookers pulled out their phones, recording every second of her impromptu performance.
She pointed toward the security desk, then spun dramatically. "We can't back down!"
She slammed her foot on the marble floor. "Not right now!"
Her coworkers began to laugh, the sound growing louder with each verse. She ignored them, pouring every ounce of frustration and passion into the performance.
Upstairs, Luke was lounging in the breakroom, sipping a Thai iced tea and scrolling through Instagram when a notification popped up:
OfficeDramaQueen: You gotta see what's happening in the lobby. #GreenBikiniRevolution
Curious, he clicked on the live video.
"Is that… Emily?" he muttered, squinting at the screen. "What the hell is she doing?"
Campbell entered the breakroom just as Luke was putting down his tea.
"What's going on?" Campbell asked.
"Emily," Luke said, holding up his phone. "In a green bikini. Singing Camp Rock 2 in the lobby."
Campbell blinked. "That's a sentence I never thought I'd hear."
Luke grinned. "Let's go."
By the time Luke and Campbell arrived at the lobby, Emily was in full performance mode. She belted the final chorus, stomping and twirling with all the fervor of a pop star at her first arena concert.
"We can't back down! We've got to stand our ground!"
The crowd erupted into applause—not because they were impressed, but because they couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Phones were held high, capturing every second.
Emily finished with a dramatic pose, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"Emily," Campbell said, stepping forward, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?"
She turned to face him, defiant. "Making a point."
"In a bikini?" Luke asked, struggling to contain his laughter. "Singing Camp Rock? This is peak Emily."
She pointed at him, her finger trembling with rage. "You! This is all your fault!"
"My fault?" Luke said, grinning. "I didn't make you do a Disney Channel tribute concert in the lobby."
"This is because of you and your stupid parties!" she yelled. "I've had it, Luke! With you, with Campbell, with HR—this whole place is insane!"
The crowd murmured, half in agreement, half just enjoying the spectacle.
Campbell sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Emily, put some clothes on and come to my office. Now."
"I'm not going anywhere until something changes!" she declared.
"Like what?" Luke asked, smirking.
"Like you getting fired!" she snapped.
Luke laughed, shaking his head. "You've officially lost it."
Campbell raised his hands. "Enough. Emily, this isn't the way to handle things. You're making this harder for yourself."
Emily glared at him. "What else am I supposed to do? You never listen!"
Campbell opened his mouth to reply, but Luke beat him to it.
"I'll give you this, Cheryl," he said, still grinning. "You've got guts. Not much rhythm, though."
"Stop calling me Cheryl!" she screamed.
The crowd erupted in laughter, and Emily, realizing she had lost whatever shred of dignity she had left, threw up her hands in defeat.
"This isn't over," she muttered, grabbing her phone and storming out of the lobby.
Back in her apartment, Emily flopped onto the couch, her green bikini still damp from the sweat of her impromptu performance. Her phone buzzed with notifications—dozens of them.
Luke Edmunds: Instagram Story
She groaned, opening it.
The video showed her dramatic finale, with Luke's voice narrating: "Breaking news: Camp Rock auditions now open in the lobby. Featuring Emily Meyers, aka Cheryl Blossom, in a green bikini."
The caption read: "#BikiniRock #OfficeDrama "
Her blood boiled as she typed out a reply:
"You're unbearable."
His response came almost immediately:
"And you're predictable, Mitchie. "
She threw her phone onto the couch, staring at the ceiling in exasperation.
The feud wasn't over—not by a long shot. But as Emily lay there, plotting her next move, she vowed that Luke—and the entire office—would regret underestimating her.
Because if they thought this was the end, they were sorely mistaken.