The clatter of keyboards and dripping of coffee abounded most mornings, but not this one. Eric found cameras. Hidden cameras disguised as black stickers.

His coworkers wonder if he’s lost his mind as he seems to be digging up the potted plants, their eyes squinting or brows wrinkling at the sight of a grown man who seems to them to be playing in dirt.

He turns to them, smirks, and pulls up a camera with a chord. “I knew it! Someone has been spying on us. Those lousy corporate scumbags from across the street. They’re jealous of my sale numbers, but they will not prevail! Eric Weasley never gives up his secrets.” He laughs with bared teeth.

A sigh is audible across the room. “Eric, can I see you in my office?”

Eric goes into the manager’s office.

“Please close the door.” Eric’s boss adjusts the papers on his desk.

After the door closes, Eric looks back. “We need to find a way to retaliate.”

“Eric—“

“Smoke bombs, parking tickets, or we can go with the classic gas and styrofoam napalm.”

His boss’ face goes red. “No! Eric! Stop!” He loosens his tie. “Those cameras were meant to keep track of Finn. He’s been sneaking out in the middle of the day, but no one is willing to vouch for me to corporate.”

Eric stands still. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Does that mean that I need to put it back?”

“It’s too late—“

Eric left the room and quietly moved back to the plant. He put everything back in the pots. “Attention all. I was wrong. It was fertilizer.”

A voice in the room called out, “Plastic fertilizer that’s powered by the wall?”

“Yes, Jeff! It’s the newest type.” Eric accidentally drops the camera, its plastic and circuits breaking apart on the floor.

Eric’s boss stands in the back, facepalming. His coworkers stare on in complete enjoyment.

Eric stares out with a look of self disgust. “Carry on.”