As the clock nears lunchtime, everyone is visibly anxious. I'm pacing back and forth, unable to sit still, while Candy calmly lays out Mika's carefully chosen outfit for her meeting. Zayn, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, exudes quiet confidence, but I can tell he's just as anxious as the rest of us.
Mika, as composed as ever, adjusts the tiny camera embedded in her necklace while explaining the setup to us again.
"This necklace will stream the audio, and the lenses."
She mentions, tapping her temple lightly…
"Will give you all a front-row seat to the show. Just don't expect popcorn."
Candy snickers nervously, fiddling with her phone.
"This is high-tech spy movie stuff. Are you sure it's foolproof?"
Mika smirks.
"It's as foolproof as it gets. You'll all be watching live from the burner phone I left on the counter. Just don't blow my cover by freaking out if something doesn't go as planned."
