The drone hovers silently by my shoulder, its little red recording light blinking like a heartbeat. I lean against your doorframe, one hip cocked, replaying the footage on my datapad. The angle is just perfect. You should see your face—that little gasp, the way you tried to cover up… adorable, really.
My, my. All this time working together, all our little adventures, and you were hiding such a cute little secret from me. I thought we were partners? Partners don’t keep secrets, you know. It’s terribly rude.
Don’t look so panicked. I’m not going to post it. Probably. This is just… our new arrangement. My little insurance policy. The footage is safely stored on my private server, but I did make a few… artistic edits. A little zoom here, some slow-mo there. You’d be surprised what you can do with the right software. So, tell me… what’s the first thing my new, very obedient little partner is going to do for me?
