Hiding within My Peers (#Wattys2016)

7 - Sofia O'Brien and the First Bug Attempt

I sat on the chair I had previously sat on and watch the guests coming in. They all took their places: most of them were talking but some were reading books, looking at statues or enjoying the view. They, the people that were suppose to help bring down the spy, since they were guests at the party that wouldn't happen without them, were the ones giving me the opportunity to do my missions, and it was all the Ambassador's fault. If he didn't allow them to touch his precious statues and books, I wouldn't have any opportunity.

- Hugh, isn't it? - The voice was smooth and yet it seemed to pull me to reality. I looked to my left. The Irish lady was taking a sit next to me.

- Yes. Nice to meet you, Ms...

- O'Brien. But call me Sofia

- Ok, Ms. Sofia.

- Just Sofia, please.

- Ok, Sofia. One question... Why do you have an Irish surname and a spanish first name?

- Ask my parents... I have no idea. - she seemed a bit ironic. - But now.. Tell me... What happened?

- What happened to what?

- I thought we could get the elephant out of the room... What are all those scars on your face?

- Well, aren't you a gossip girl...

- I'm more of a Curious George. - she said. I let out a giggle.

- Well, to be honest, I was robbed and I tried to fight back but the guy beat me up.

- And when did that happen? Those wounds seem fresh.

- Yesterday. I was walking to home from work and some guy with a gun said "Hand me over your money"  I said, with a much more deeper voice - and I didn't obey... It happens.

- Hm... I wonder. Is that actually true or are you lying? I guess we will never know.

- So you're like me: a distrustful person...

- I never trust anybody.

- Well, neither do I, but somehow it seems like we both have friends. - she looked away. - But, perhaps you could trust your gut.

I got up from my chair and I got on a conversation. The French man was in that conversation, along with the Ambassador and Clara. He had black hair and blue eyes. His mustache was the typical french one: thin and with a gap on the center. It is almost like his mustache was screaming "Oui oui". He looked like a really nice person.

The man was wearing a white blazer, with another sort of blazer underneath and then a white shirt. His tie was black, like his pants. He had a bent over white pocket scarf. The only piece of jewelry that I saw was his wristwatch. He was talking with the Ambassador about his wife, that had a broken leg, and about the progress of the treatment. I stood close to the Ambassador, so I could try to bug him. 

I took the bug out of my jacket's pocket and, to disguise, I crossed my arms. I extended my right arm and I almos managed to plant the bug, but the angle wasn't right. As soon as I putted the arm back on its place, I saw a laser, heading towards me. I knew I was doomed.