“Are you sure you can do it?” Michael asks me again, making another test with the microphone I wear under my sports bra. I put down my shirt when he looks satisfied with the way it is fixed.
“I’m sure,” I say trying to look bored when I’m super excited. I look like I’m in a spy movie. They’ve attached a microphone to my body and given me a safe word so they can get to me if I say it.
We’ve been working for the past two weeks with Michael, to perfect our plan to get to Jordan. I’ve also been spending almost all my evenings with Jordan, pretending that I’m still his loyal girlfriend.
The way he smirks at some of my comments makes me think he is onto me, but he doesn’t say anything or do anything that would actually prove me he is suspicious of me.
Michael said that today is the last step
