"I see you, you know?"

"Ah ah ah! Don't you go anywhere. I know who you are. I know your face and I know your name."

Lisa Foster pulled up her pencil skirt as she turned around to face the wall with the peephole properly. "Tell me, just how long have you been doing this? I know it's been weeks, at least a month, but tell me, has it been longer then that?"

"Yes, that's right. I've known for a month. I didn't know who you were at first. And I wanted evidence of who it was who had been peeping on the locker rooms. After all, if I just reported the hole, then it'd just be sealed and nobody would know who you are. It could be anyone after all, and when I go for the kill, I wanna make sure I know EXACTLY who I'm going after."

Lisa reached for her blazer and started to put it on. "Now, here's the big question: what are you going to do to keep me from reporting you to HR?"