“Terri, I have a… confession to make.”
Oh no. Last time someone had had a ‘confession to make’ to me, it had been a friend professing his undying love for me. Of course, he’d changed his mind the next day, but it had been a very traumatizing experience for the both of us.
I shook my head to clear it, and scooped Eckleburg off my desk and deposited him on the floor. Lenny’s face became marginally less troubled, and I suppressed the urge to tease him for it. Instead, I leaned my chin on my hands and looked at him.
“What is it?”
“Well - you asked me how I got into that government file,” he said.
Scheisse. “Len -”
He cut me off. “Before I came here, I worked for the CIA.
—From "When Aliens Invade" by Omnictionarian96, one of this month’s Editor’s Picks at The Slam