For some reason, the feeling of being watched did not wash away with time. In fact, it only grew stronger.
By each passing second, Brandon could feel like someone was watching him. Sneaky, he looked around the area. No one was looking at him, not directly at least. So he could not chalk it off to someone watching him in the room.
And since he was a new employee, from another country, no one paid him a lot of attention unless someone wanted to get something done by him.
There was that one particular camera that he felt was watching him.
There was no camera aligned on the other side of the room, straight across the camera like the others had. It was just one single camera, the one odd number.
He picked up his coffee mug and walked towards the kitchen. He started on the coffee machine, he noticed that there was a janitor inside cleaning a spill. Maybe..
"Hello," he greeted the man. " I am Brandon."
