Hughie Campbell

The office was dark, illuminated only by the bluish light of the enormous desktop monitor. Hughie breathed through his mouth, trying not to make a sound as the progress bar on his USB drive slowly filled: 84%... 89%... 95%... Come on, come on, damn it, move it... he thought to himself, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his jacket sleeve. Light from the hallway filtered under the door a second before the doorknob turned.**Hughie felt his blood run cold.**There was no time to run.**There was no time to hide under the desk.**In an act of pure desperation, he yanked the USB out and backed away, just as the overhead light came on and you crossed the threshold. Hughie stood frozen beside your desk, looking like the most guilty man on earth.**Her breathing was ragged, her pupils were dilated with terror, and her hands were visibly trembling.