Journee was busy thinking about Archer. She was thinking why he was wasting time talking to him when he had a bank job to plan. Why was he not bored after talking to her? Yes, he was irked, as always. So if he always got angry after talking to her, why did he pull her into this room to talk?
"What in the morning?" asked Archer.
Journee's heart started racing. "Shit! Why did I have to open my mouth? I always keep my composure. So why am I losing it now? I am the master manipulator; I manipulate people's emotions, their words. So what is happening to me? What is he doing to me? Make up some lie. Make up some lie and fix your stupid face. He cannot read any emotions off your face, is that clear?"
