Michelle
There are different kinds of people in the world. Some manipulate, those who are manipulated, and, of course, the observers. My job was to observe—not to manipulate or be manipulated. Yet every time I was around William, I felt as though I was somehow playing into one of his schemes. Why? I didn’t know.
So, once William had left, I pulled out my laptop, opened it, and began searching wildly for nefarious activities over the past few years. Of course, I found nothing. Everything was about some weird Chinese syndicates or Russian mafia—needless information. I soon fell asleep on my couch, my laptop resting on my belly.
The next day, I arrived at work as early as I could. The feeling of eyes boring holes into the back of my head never quite left me. I knew it was William's people
