"Does your mother know what you do for a living?" I asked my friend, trying to suppress a smile. "Shut up," he replied, but I could tell he was amused. We were sitting in his car, parked outside of a fancy restaurant, waiting for his client to arrive. My friend was a private investigator, and I often helped him out on cases. This was one of those cases. We were hired to follow a wealthy businessman who was suspected of cheating on his wife. As we waited, my friend briefed me on the plan. We were going to follow the businessman to his hotel and get photographic evidence of his infidelity. I felt a pang of guilt as I thought of the businessman's wife, but I knew that we were just doing our job. Finally, the businessman arrived, and we followed him to his hotel. We managed to get the evidence we needed, and my friend handed it over to his client. As we drove away, I couldn't help but wonder how many other secrets we would uncover in our line of work.
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The stranger under the willow tree
Short StoryOn a frigid and blustery October evening, the radiant moon cast its glow upon a solitary willow tree, perched atop a hill. Beneath the tree sat a mysterious man, clutching a large, worn storybook. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a child, no more tha...
