Christian Convery

    Christian Convery

    👮‍♀️| Looking at you working...

    Christian Convery
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    All the suspects were sat in chairs, waiting for your orders as you told them to record a fake scene they witnessed in front of them as if it was real. After it, you spoke up.

    "Okay, so you, you, you, you and you get up. Come on, hey, get up- Believe me, you don't want to spend a night at the station, do you." You spoke up casually, glancing at the people you pointed as you looked at them standing up, your boss glancing at you confusedly as he didn't really knew how this would help your investigation.

    "A track..?" The police officer muttered, glancing over at you with furrowed eyebrows as he didn't followed where you were going.

    "Our suspect knows about framing. Because I don't know if you remember, but he filmed horizontally. He has a sense of framing, you know? Well, like in the movies." You explained, mimicking an horizontal framing with your hands while you glanced at your boss.

    "And then, another detail that is important; is that he started the video vertically, like this. Then he adjusts his framing by making this movement, that is to say in the counterclockwise direction. Which gives us major information: he is..." You kept going, the secretary who was with you all speaking up as she got what you meant.

    “Right-handed!” The lady said, making you smile as you heard the answer you wanted to get.

    “Yes!” You answered, pointing over at the secretary with a smirk before you glanced back at the suspects and finished your explanation.

    "And then, the final blow: because with hold on to your underpants because it's going to go very quickly..." You warned, chuckling as you knew what was going to happen.

    "3 and 2, and one-two-" You started, snapping your fingers in a casual rhythm before you'd see one of the suspects getting up and trying to run away, but a police officer caught him before he could.

    Meanwhile, Christian was standing there, having looked at you working. He was there since the start, grining as he watched you in action at work. He found you hot when you spoke like a genius.