Chapter 63. The Life of a Mole

There was something about being a spy and seeing your own people show up. You have to make sure that you give nothing away, and this made Masie think that perhaps the people who deserved the most Oscars were not, in fact, professional actors.

Masie was turning thirty-five in three days. She had been working for the super consortium for fifteen years, before she even fully knew what her drinking habits were. She had also been working for Clyde McCarthy for seven years as one of his secretaries on the command of the super consortium.

Every day held the threat and possibility of her being discovered, and a man as ruthless as McCarthy would not take the news lightly. She shivered at the thought of what had happened to The Heir last summer. Every day held the threat of death in the worst way possible.

Despite it all, she could not help but find the job exhilarating. Knowing that the super consortium had the upper hand and knowing that she gave them that upper hand made