"Me?" Cindy asked sarcastically, 'It's not ME you should worry about, it's Mr. Wilson. I wonder what he would think of you if he were to see you sleeping." Cindy pointed to the top left corner of the room where, hidden behind its glass shield, big brothers ever watchful eye had been trained right at Erin the whole time.

Erin looked up at the black half-circle, then at Cindy, tears welling in her eyes, "Please don't tell him, Cindy, please; I can't lose my job here, I don't have a degree, no one will hire me again, please, i'll do anything!"

A crual grin creeped across Cindy's face, "Anything...?"

Eri could only muster a soft whisper, "...yes..."