The last hour of the day crept
by. I don’t know if it was because I was
waiting for the roof to fall in or for someone in a suit to escort me from the
building. My mind kept dancing between
two extremes. The first was scared stiff
for obvious reasons. The second, and
more insane thought, was actually excited.
It felt like I was in a real spy movie and having grown up with an older
brother, could really appreciate the intensity of the situation. Only when my mind began to run away with the
crazy story did I remember that I was the main character and I was not
guaranteed a happy ending. While this may be common sense for the rest of the
world I seemed to be having problems remembering that fact. And the fear was back.
When
five came there was a steady stream of men and women leaving through the front
door. I sat there quietly, head bowed,
not daring to look at any of then. Which
of these lovely people sent me the letter?
Their shoes made hardly a sound on the carpeted floor and after I heard
the door finally swing shut did I lift my head.
It was three minutes after five.
I bent down to gather my things from beneath the desk and as I grabbed
for my purse I felt a cord. I ducked my
head below the desk and saw the cord was attached to the top of the inside of
the desk. I followed it with my fingers
down to the floor where it disappeared into a tiny hole in the carpet. The cord, I soon learned, was a microphone
cable.
I
held my breath and sat up, taking my purse with me. I walked as casually to the door as possible.
The
letter, I thought, should have mentioned the desk having ears.
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