Amanda's POV
I had a plan. Every time someone came to ask me something, I remained silent. I just lowered my head, looking as if I had suddenly thought it through. Probably my appearance was enough to confuse them. Anyway, their expressions grew grave. I waited for a long time, and then I knew. Now was the time.
Finally, one morning, the man appeared again. This time, he did not hesitate. He asked me directly, "What do you know?"
I deliberately did not speak. I bit my lower lip hard and looked at him with wary eyes. I deliberately avoided his gaze. Whenever I looked at him, my eyes always showed panic, as if I knew something.
Perhaps I was so good at acting. Unlike the last time, the man didn't leave. Instead, he leaned forward and whispered, "Where is the flash drive?"
Of course, I w
