19/11/2025
You’re a private investigator, and someone hires you to find out who has been stealing money from his warehouse.
Simple job.
Good money.
Half of the payment already sitting pretty in your account.
He gives you everything you need, warehouse layout, staff list, CCTV blind spots, delivery schedules, even the security codes. The man is determined. And desperate.
It’s your first night on the assignment.
You’re sitting quietly inside the cold, dusty warehouse office, lights off, watching the camera feeds on your laptop.
Outside, everything looks normal. The guards patrolling, the night breeze pushing against old zinc sheets.
Then around 1:17 a.m., something moves.
A shadow slips through the back gate.
Too smooth.
Too calculated.
Not a random thief.
You lean forward.
The figure heads straight for the storage section where the high-value electronics are packed.
You grab your camera, move silently through the dark corridor, and position yourself behind a stack of cartons.
From your hiding place, you watch the figure pull out a master key… one only senior staff are supposed to have.
Your heart slows.
This is an inside job.
The thief opens the room, steps in, and turns on a small flashlight. You zoom your camera and begin taking silent shots.
Then it happens.
The figure removes the hood.
And your whole body goes numb.
Your hands weaken.
Your breath gets stuck halfway.
Your mind begins to scream before your voice can join.
Standing in front of you, stealing from your client, the man who paid you to catch the culprit is your fiancée!
The woman you plan to marry in four months.
She’s hurriedly packing expensive phones into a bag. She’s sweating. She looks scared, desperate… like someone who has done this before and knows the risks.
You lower your camera slowly.
Different thoughts start colliding in your head like accidents on a highway.
The money in your account…
Your reputation…
Your client expecting your report by morning…
Your fiancée, the woman you love, in the middle of a crime that will destroy not just her life, but yours too.
She zips the bag, turns, and starts walking toward the exit straight toward where you’re hiding.
If she sees you, everything changes instantly.
If you let her walk, you become an accomplice.
If you record her, you betray the person you thought you knew.
All the possibilities drag your heart in different directions.
Because this is no longer a job.
This is now a life-changing moment.
So tell me…
What would you do?
