Prologue

870 24 3
                                    


     He watched as she sat in the room, bored eyes staring through the one-way glass. Her updo had come undone, stray hairs flying every which-way and spoiling the otherwise pristine and sophisticated lines of her appearance. She blinked and heaved a sigh, proceeding to uncross and re-cross her legs. A few moments later she yawned, leaning forward to place her hands on the table and her head on her hands. This certainly was not what he was expecting.

     With a reluctant sigh, he flicked open the folder in his hands, skimmed it and snapped it back shut. The sooner this was over with, the sooner it would be over with.


Not GuiltyWhere stories live. Discover now