Thank You, John

Rhys sat in his office, tapping awkwardly on the desk. He was clearly very nervous. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. The other person answered almost immediately.

"Hello? John? It's Rhys. I need a favour. A man I work with stole a document from my office, it has important information in it that could end my career. I need you to...err...take care of him for me."

"Of course." John responded "what's his name?"

"Well the annoying thing is hes one of my closest employees" Rhys nervously responded.

"Who is it?" John demanded?

Rhys remained silent for what felt like days, until he finally plucked up the courage to say it. "It's you, John." He blurted out.

"How did you know?" John asked, quietly.

"I found a fingerprint on my file cabinet. I had it examined and it was yours." Rhys responded.

"Yes sir. Right away." John said.

"Thank you, John." Rhys responded.

The phone line immediately went dead.

The End.