THE CURSED LUNA
Chapter 43

Amira pov

I can't shake off the feeling about that electrician I met earlier. His voice and touch felt different, not like a typical guy's. My instincts kicked in, and I hurriedly left. My heart raced as I headed down the corridor. I needed to catch up with that electrician before he left; something about him seemed off, especially with that face mask on.

I increased my speed, the sound of my heels resonating on the polished floor as I endeavored to catch up with the enigmatic electrician. What was it about him that captivated me? Although his eyes were obscured by goggles, they appeared to conceal a mystery. His touch was electrifying, sending a shiver through my body.

As I rounded a corner, I caught sight of him in the distance, his bright orange vest contrasting sharply with the dull office surroundings. I quickened my pace, my heart racing in my chest.

Just as I reached out to tap him on the shoulder, he slipped into a stairwell. I followed closely, my breath hitching in my throat. The stairwell was poorly lit, with only the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. "Wait!" I called softly, my voice barely audible.

The electrician paused on the landing below, turning his head slightly. For an instant, our eyes locked, and I felt that familiar surge of energy.

Then, he continued his descent, vanishing from my sight.

I chased after him, my senses heightened. Who was this man? What secrets were hidden beneath his exterior?

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I observed him push through a door labeled "Authorized Personnel Only." Without a moment's hesitation, I followed him, my heart pounding with excitement.

What awaited me beyond that door was uncertain, but I was resolute in my quest to uncover the truth about this mysterious individual.

I inquired of the staff member who was standing there, seemingly perplexed, "Are there any active CCTV cameras in my office?"

"Ma'am?"

"I am simply asking if there are any operational CCTV cameras in my office," I raised my voice, and she responded by shaking her head. "I am not certain, ma'am; I am new here," she replied. "Leave me alone!" I shouted in frustration.

"I must consult the media room; I need to identify the electrician."

I hurried toward the media room, my thoughts racing. Who was that electrician? What secrets was he concealing? I couldn't shake the suspicion that he was more than just a simple maintenance worker. Upon entering the media room, I was met with rows of monitors showing various CCTV feeds from around the building. A technician was seated at a console, casually sipping coffee.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to steady my nerves. "I need to check the footage from my office. Can you assist me?"

The technician looked up, a bit surprised. "Certainly, ma'am. Which camera feed do you require?"

I paused, realizing I wasn't sure where the cameras in my office were located. "Just pull up all the feeds from my office," I instructed.

The technician nodded and started typing on his keyboard. In moments, several screens lit up, revealing different views of my office.

I scanned the footage, looking for the electrician. Then I spotted him. His gloved hands, face mask, and those intense eyes.

"Zoom in on his face," I commanded the technician.

He complied, but the image was still unclear. I couldn't discern his features.

"Can you enhance the image?" I asked, my irritation mounting.

The technician nodded and began to refine the image. Gradually, it became clearer.

Then I noticed it. A flash of something recognizable. A ring on his finger... a wedding ring.

My heart raced. Who was this man? And why was he concealing his identity?

A bystander remarked, "It appears to be a woman, not a man," while his gaze remained fixed on me.

Is the electrician not a male? Furthermore, the face is obscured. I require assistance in uncovering the identity of this individual.

A wave of astonishment washed over me at the bystander's remark. A woman? That possibility had not crossed my mind. I turned to the technician, my thoughts racing with inquiries. "Is it possible to enhance the image further?" I inquired, my tone resolute.

The technician acknowledged my request and resumed his work on the feed. Gradually, the image became clearer, yet the electrician's face remained hidden beneath the mask.

"Please attempt to remove the mask," I directed, my gaze fixed intently on the screen.

The technician's expression tightened in focus. After a brief period, he successfully digitally eliminated the mask, unveiling the electrician's face.

My eyes widened in disbelief as I recognized the familiar features. It was a woman I knew well-Sheelah.

"Why?" I murmured, my mind swirling with questions. What was Sheelah doing in this situation? And why was she masquerading as an electrician?

The bystander's voice interrupted the silence. "Do you know her, ma'am?"

I nodded, still grappling with the shocking revelation. "Yes, I do. And it is imperative that I speak with her. Immediately."

I quietly remarked, "That was a clever decision, Sheelah, though perhaps not entirely wise." At that moment, a gentleman drew my attention by saying, "Excuse me, ma'am, she has placed something within the floral arrangement." I turned to the gentleman, narrowing my gaze. "What do you mean by that?"

He subtly gestured towards the floral arrangement on my desk. "I observed her placing something small into the vase while she feigned an inspection of the wiring."

A wave of dread washed over me. What had Sheelah done this time?

I approached the arrangement, my thoughts racing with various scenarios. As I lifted the vase, a small device tumbled out, clattering against the desk.

The technician's eyes widened in alarm. "Ma'am, that is a bug! A sophisticated listening device!"

A chill coursed through me. Sheelah had been monitoring my actions.

The gentleman interjected, his tone resolute. "I believe it is time to contact security, wouldn't you agree, ma'am?"

I nodded, my focus fixed on the device. "Yes, we should proceed with that."

As we awaited the arrival of security, I found myself contemplating what other schemes Sheelah might have devised. And for what purpose.