The Broadcast
Language: en
I discovered that my husband had secretly bought a voice recorder. When I asked about it, he exploded immediately: "It's for work! Why are you interrogating me?" "If you're so bored, go find a job!" I didn't argue. I simply swapped the recorder's internal memory card for a micro-transmitter. The next day, he took his mistress to his car for a thrill. Every word they said was transmitted via Bluetooth... Directly to the massive speakers used for the neighborhood Zumba class.