An Old Friend

“This better work!” Scarlett mutters into the tiny mic in her collar button. She’s at the office lobby, alone. Ryder didn’t show up at work, pulling the strings from behind. There’s a file in Scarlett’s hand which she clutches tightly. She’s not fully sure about whether Hector will fall for this trap or not but Ryder is confident.

“Just wing it, kitten,” he says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Scarlett takes a deep breath and glances at the clock. It’s nearly 10.30 AM, the time when Hector arrives at the office. On his way to his cubicle, he’ll go past the female toilet. She braces herself and heads for the toilet.

Thankfully, the place is empty so she gets into action. She takes out a small bottle of glycerine and puts a few drops in her eyes.

“Ow!” She winces. The liquid slightly burns her eyes and she blinks back tears. How do people use this thing? She wonders painfully.

“I forgot to mention that the glycerine might sting a little,” Ryder’s voice comes through the mic

“A little?”