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"What — and I can not stress this enough — the fuck?"
"My sentiments exactly".
The two friends were staring at the tiny — and now severely damaged — surveillance camera laying on top of the kitchen counter. Nadia had ripped it out earlier without a second thought and then proceeded to stomp on it with her best pair of heels.
"I have two theories," Rebecca pipes up.
"Shoot".
"Okay. One: government conspiracy, 'cause duh. Two: Abigail has trust issues. I'm leaning towards the former". Rebecca cautiously poked at the broken technology. "Either way, I think you should call your landlord and tell her there's spyware in one of her flats".
"What if there's more?"
"It's a possibility. I mean, why stop at one? And, why the bedroom? That's such an invasion of privacy".
Nadia suddenly gets up and looks around, her high heels still on her feet. She takes them off and chucks one at the nearest vase. It cracks on contact, teetering back and forth before it falls, breaking into even more pieces.
"Whoa," Rebecca shoots up at the noise.
"'Becca, there has to be more," her tone is almost desperate. "There has to be more, damn it". She canvases the room before her eyes stop on the clock hanging over her front door. "Think about it: The first camera was in a smoke detector, somewhere that had a perfect view to the whole room. So, if there is another camera..."
Nadia chucks the other shoe at the wall, making the clock shake and fall to the ground. The glass shatters and the back pops out the frame.
"Wow. Shit must've been mad cheap," Rebecca mutters.
"Time is time, ass hat". Nadia rushes to the broken machine and inspects the pieces closely. Her heart stutters in her chest when she spots another one underneath the twelve. "Holy fuck, I was right".
Rebecca leans over her shoulder and watches with wide eyes. "I'm honestly incredibly creeped out right now. Not going to lie".
Nadia stands and dusts off the pieces of glass on her knees. "Thanks for the riveting update, 'Becca". Nadia picks up her heel again and smashes the small camera until all its inside contents are outside. "I bought this clock".
"Then, that eliminates theory two". Rebecca moved the stray tech pieces around with her shoe. "Imagine all the footage it could have picked up. More importantly, who's watching said footage".
Leaning back down, Nadia picked up the now broken lens. "Is there a way to tell if it has audio?" She quickly went to her kitchen and grabbed a broom and packer. Nadia swept up the mess and poured its contents out on the counter. "Come help me check if you can see a baby microphone or summat".
The next ten minutes were spent analyzing and reanalyzing each scrap and wire, both of them hoping and praying there was nothing to find.
"Okay," Rebecca huffed, taking a second to stretch. "I think it's safe to say there is no microphone". She put her hand over Nadia's. "However, I don't think you should stay here tonight. Who's to say there's only two cameras?" Rebecca tugged at Nadia's arm. "C'mon".
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RomanceObsession [Noun] - The domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc. Or, in which Elijah King can't seem to take no for an answer. © All rights reserved to Cocoapebbles 2018