To put it bluntly, she had been hired to spy. That’s right, real life espionage. Her first job for the mysterious “Organization” that had hired her via a series of video interviews. The exact kind of thing Merritt’s mother would tell her was going to land her on an episode of Dateline.

Tuesday had dissolved into a giant cluster. Gillian stared at the blank screen in front of her knowing that whatever she typed, whatever modicum of hope she extended to her client’s millions of followers would be bullshit. 

My God, they were all so excited and chipper. Maybe playing this silly game surrounded by these colorful people would do something to change the mechanics of her brain. Maybe she could be excited and chipper too.