Chapter 35: Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

(Cassie POV)

It is now Wednesday evening. I do not now how I survived the past 24 hours, nor do I know how or if I will survive the next several days.

I figured out very quickly last night that I am not a spy, nor do I have any hope of ever becoming one. I only made it out in one piece because: 1) Danny is an egotistical buffoon who could never begin to imagine that a woman would fake her affection for him; 2) Danny appears to be sincerely obsessed with me; and 3) in addition to being an egotistical buffoon, Danny is a SEXIST egotistical buffoon who underestimates the intellect of women generally.

I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say, I think I got most of what I needed to get. There were a few moments where I wondered why the movies made this sort of thing sound so easy, like when I realized that I needed a way to save the important computer files but I didn’t have anything to save it on (surprise, surprise; I don’t routinely carry zip drives in my purse). Another