บท 71: The Black Ghost

[Johan's POV]

Heart thrashing like a rampaging elephant, Johan feared Diego might hear the loud thumping sound in his chest as he pressed himself against the hard wood under their Department Head's desk.

Diego flicked the light switch on, but his office remained dim. The only source of light was coming from the furthest corner of their Department. "Damn, looks like the light is already burnt out."

No, it's not. Johan only loosened it a little so he'll remain blended in the dark with his black rash guard suit. Luckily for him, the lack of bright light inside his office didn't bother Diego. He'll turn it off later anyway so he can nap.

The unsuspecting man hummed an unidentified melody as he pulled the desk chair and sat. A soft click from the CPU indicated Diego turning on his computer, basking him with dimmed digital light, outlining his body's silhouette through the darkness of his office. Diego rolled the chair forward.

Oh, shit.