Curse, Mirroring

"Wilfred, how are things on your end?"

On a small, colorful convex display on the wall, a figure almost hidden in darkness shifted. His voice came through the telephone receiver.

"Everything's fine." Wilfred had his feet propped on the desk and leisurely took a sip of coffee, smiling at the Werewolf on the screen. "Oh, my God. No matter how many times I see it, I still think this monster is fascinating."

Just then, a blonde girl in a black skirt suit walked over, set the document case in her hands on a corner of the desk within the camera's view, and opened it.

"Look~" Wilfred said smugly to the person on the screen. "This is my work. We easily obtained at least ten different hair samples through a barbershop. A team that went in to discuss business and tour the warehouse got several wolf hairs, and a private clinic provided blood samples obtained during a C-section."

"They'll be sent back along with today's videotapes."

A flicker of firelight flashed across the screen. The person inside lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled smoke. "Not enough, Wilfred. Still not enough!"

Wilfred laughed loudly and twisted in his chair, making it roll slightly so the camera could capture more of the scene behind him.

"See that adorable little girl? She's the youngest member of our team. Even dressed in the same black suit as everyone else, she stands out like a crane among chickens, radiating dazzling charm. So fiery, sexy, alluring."

The person behind the screen gave a cold laugh. "Wilfred, I hope you understand. In my position, what woman can't I have? You—"

Before he could finish, Wilfred raised a finger and wagged it, cutting him off.

"No, no, no. Of course I'm not giving her to you. She's one of