“How did you get seduced by a spy?” His boss’s tone was harsh.
“I didn’t – instead, I got her to tell me the story of her father, who was a double spy, and is perhaps languishing in a jail somewhere – her voice quivered as she lay wrapped in the lace bedspread made out of her mother’s wedding gown, and she hoped that she would pass on the legacy to her children, she hoped to have with me.”
“Oh, and you also decided the names of your babies, which were code names for the secret projects you planned to run with her.”
I could sense his lethal tongue lashing at my honesty, and the clamp of handcuffs around my wrist.
“We have arrested Laura, and she has confessed. She has also turned approver in the case filed against you.”
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Spy, counterspy, a dangerous game to play.
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The game never ends in victory. Something or someone is lost forever.
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Oh! The betrayer is betrayed in turn? Intriguing tale!
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Thank you, Liz!
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It sounds like his boss was the one who was caught.
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He will wish that to happen 😀
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Good one.
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Thanks!
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Love your short story.
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Thank you so much!
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😍😍😍
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🙂
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