As usual, my ‘secret admirer’’s feeble attempts to conceal their watchful eyes at the corner of the restaurant failed. Till date, no disguises had successfully hidden those features; I’d memorised their face and posture…

After checking directories, I’ve identified them as a subordinate, probably sent by one of my colleagues to find dirt on me… A clumsy, dispensable tool on a suicide mission, probably manipulated to believe they were conducting a promotion test… just like the last spy.