~~Bree’s PoV~~
Less than a minute after I insert the USB virus into the laptop, the phone rings in the room I’m in. I didn’t even realize there was a phone on the end table next to the couch I’m sitting on, so the sound makes me jump and I look around as if someone else might suddenly appear to answer it. It can’t be for me, can it? Would Drew call me? It doesn’t seem likely.
I ignore it, trying to keep my fingers from trembling as I keep typing on the computer, but it keeps on ringing, and soon, there’s a knock on the door as well.
“Mrs Bancroft?” one of the guards calls out. “Please answer the phone.”
It is for me. Reaching over, I lift the receiver and clear my throat. “Hello?
I sound far more confident than I feel with my heart racing and my eyes on the clock. The program still n
