"Screek, Screeekk..."
The sound of the camera shutter came through continuously as the man took legible photos while camouflaging himself against the walls. He had pressed the shutter several times and his camera captured scenes that were not supposed to be witnessed and exposed to the public. When he felt like he was about to be caught by a pair of eyes, he turned around abruptly and hid behind a pillar. Holding his breath, he stood still and pretended to be innocent while leaning against the wall.
He looked excited, which was indicated by the irrepressible smile at the corners of his mouth. Fortunately, he had taken more than enough photos. Since it was no longer safe to go on taking photos, he began looking through the photos he had just taken with the camera in his hands. As a result of the long distance between him and the subjects being photographed, none of the photos looked very clear, but every photo was legible enough for people who were familiar with Brian to recognize him.
Thinking of the possible profit he would make out of the photos, the man could not vanish the smile at the corners of his mouth. Quietly, he waited behind the pillar. After a while, he looked to the direction where Brian had been a while ago. Observing keenly, he saw that Brian was starting to stand up and walk outward. First, he followed Brian's footsteps with his eyes. Then he withdrew them from him and diverted it towards Cora. Excitement had been in his eyes from beginning to end. In the back of his mind, he was thinking how such a huge story reached the headlines of newspapers and even social media sites.
He just stared at Cora, without moving his body, until another two men appeared and said something to Cora. Then, moments later, the men and Cora seemed to come into conflict. They were cursing and exchanging mean gestures towards each other. Realizing that the dispute would be valuable for him, the photographer raised his camera as soon as possible and resumed taking photos. He kept pressing the shutter as if his hands were cramping. At the same time, he looked around cautiously with the side of his eyes now and then for fear that somebody would find out what he was doing.
However, he was safe, perhaps it was because he was blessed by God, or perhaps it was because the people being photographed had never expected that they would be taken photos secretly, especially Brian. Maybe he had never imagined that there was somebody, who would be brave enough to photograph him without his permission.
Following Cora's footsteps, the man kept taking photos of her secretly. He didn't stop until those two men dragged her into the customs of the airport. Satisfied with the result, the man stroked his camera softly as if it was precious. Then he turned around and walked out the terminal of the airport.
He sat on the stairs outside the building. In the warm but a bit harsh sunlight, which was reflected by the glass windows to his body, he could not help but squint slightly. He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Boss, I've taken some awesome photos..." proud of what he had done, the man said complacently in a somewhat provoking tone, and his face still looked excited. "But I'm afraid that you dare not publish them."
Curses came through from the other end of the phone. In the end, the man at the other end spat and said, "You asshole! Is there anything I dare not publish?" With a slight snort, the man on the other end continued, "Tell me! What are your photos about?"
The photographer took up his camera and looked through the photos in it. With a sly smile at the corners of his mouth, he said seriously, "Boss, although our newspaper office is a pilot unit, I'm not sure you would dare publish my photos, knowing the reputation of the subjects."
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