Raymond stood tense, his back stiff as he listened to the woman's voice from behind the curtain. "Has he gone?" she asked, her face hidden, separated from him by just the thin fabric.
"Yes, ma'am, he's been released," Raymond, a young man in his early twenties, replied, his voice soft and filled with respect.
"Good. Did you get the footage? And is there anything of importance in it?" she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the sofa beside her.
"It's right here with me, ma'am. I watched it, but there's nothing in the clip that stands out," he answered quickly.
"Alright, you may go," she dismissed him with a flick of her hand.
Raymond wasted no time, stepping out of the room. As he exited, he spotted Julie, his childhood friend, standing nearby, smiling and waving at him. "Hey, Raymond!"
"Shh!" Raymond hissed, raising a hand to his lips, his eyes darting around nervously. Julie understood immediately and went quiet, stepping closer.
