inspired by: Oh to be a Fly on the Wall
“Sanderson, come look at this,” Agent Thomas said quietly.
Special Agent Danielle Sanderson rolled her eyes.
“What does this fool want now?” she wondered.
She glanced at his screen and gasped.
“What the hell?!” she said.
“You’ve got the hell part right!” he grinned. “That’s not his wife!”
Sanderson looked at Thomas in astonishment.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Monitoring,” he said, trying not to laugh. “You want sound?”
Sanderson looked around.
“Yeah, if…they’re having an affair…who knows what else they’re up to.”
Thomas and Sanderson laughed quietly when they heard what the lovers were saying.
“Do you think she’ll ever find out?” the woman asked while putting on her shirt.
The man snorted.
“Oh ok. But what if she does find out?”
The man reached over and slapped the woman. He grabbed her chin.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to question me?”
The woman shook her head, her golden hair hanging in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
“Don’t you have something to do,” the man smiled.
The woman got up and scurried to the door. She did not dare look back as she closed it and walked to her car.
The man laughed as his eyes flashed red.
Agent Thomas cut off the feed.
“Did his eyes…?”
“No,” Sanderson shook her head. “No.”
“What should we do?”
“Nothing. Just keep working”