You Want Me to Spy?

“We’re recording everything.”

Amara just stared at Tobi.

Her brain needed a few seconds to process what he just said.

“…you want me to spy on him?”

Tobi didn’t flinch.

“I want you to protect yourself.”

“That is not what I asked.”

He sighed slightly.

“Okay. Yes. I want you to get information from him.”

Amara let out a dry laugh.

“Wow.”

She took a few steps away from him.

Then turned back.

“Do you people hear yourselves at all? First, you’re watching me. Then you’re investigating me. Now you want me to go and spy on my ex like I’m in some undercover movie?”

Tobi remained calm.

“I know how it sounds.”

“No, you don’t,” she snapped. “Because you’re not the one in the middle of it!”

Silence.

That one landed.

Tobi didn’t argue.

Amara ran her hand through her hair again.

Her head was starting to hurt.

Everything was too fast.

Too messy.

Too dangerous.

“I just want my normal life back,” she said quietly.

Tobi’s voice softened.

“I know.”

“No, you don’t,” she shook her head. “This morning, my biggest problem was traffic and my boss. Now I’m in a hotel, talking about investigations, spying, and being arrested.”

She laughed weakly.

“This is not normal.”

“No, it’s not,” Tobi admitted.

Silence fell again.

Then Amara looked at him.

“Let me ask you something.”

“Okay.”

“If I walk away from all this right now…”

She paused.

“…what happens?”

Tobi didn’t answer immediately.

And that alone told her a lot.

“Say it,” she pressed.

He held her gaze.

“You’ll still be in it.”

Her chest tightened.

“So there’s no escape?”

“Not right now.”

Amara nodded slowly.

Like she expected that answer.

Like she hated it.

“But I won’t force you,” Tobi added. “If you say no, I’ll find another way.”

Amara looked at him.

“Will you?”

He didn’t respond.

And that silence again…

It felt heavy.

Because deep down…

They both knew.

There was no other way.

“You need me,” she said quietly.

Tobi didn’t deny it.

“Yes.”

That honesty surprised her.

Just a little.

Amara exhaled slowly.

Then asked,

“If I do this… how does it work?”

Tobi’s expression shifted.

More focused now.

More professional.

“You’ll meet him again,” he said. “But this time, you guide the conversation.”

“How?”

“You ask questions. Carefully. Naturally.”

“Like what?”

“About what he’s doing. Who he’s working with. What he needs access for.”

Amara nodded slowly.

“And you’ll be listening?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

Tobi reached into his pocket.

Then brought out something small.

Black.

Simple.

He held it out to her.

“Audio pin.”

Amara frowned.

“What is that?”

“It’s a recorder,” he explained. “Very small. You can clip it inside your clothes.”

Amara didn’t take it.

She just looked at it.

Then looked at him.

“You people are serious.”

“Yes.”

“This is real real.”

“Yes.”

She let out a breath.

Then finally took the device.

It felt light in her hand.

Too light for something that could change everything.

“And he won’t notice?”

“No.”

“And you’ll hear everything live?”

Tobi nodded.

“I’ll be close.”

That again.

Close.

Always close.

But never fully seen.

Amara stared at the device.

Then said quietly,

“If this goes wrong…”

Tobi cut in.

“It won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I won’t let it.”

She looked up at him.

Searching his face again.

Looking for doubt.

Fear.

Anything.

But all she saw…

Was certainty.

And that scared her more.

“Why are you doing all this?” she asked suddenly.

Tobi blinked.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you helping me like this?”

Silence.

That question lingered.

Important.

Personal.

Tobi looked at her for a few seconds.

Then said quietly,

“Because you didn’t deserve any of this.”

Amara’s heart skipped.

Just a little.

She wasn’t expecting that.

But she didn’t dwell on it.

Not now.

She looked back at the device.

Then clipped it between her fingers.

“Okay,” she said slowly.

Tobi nodded.

“You’ll do it?”

Amara took a deep breath.

Then another.

Then looked at him.

“I’ll do it.”

Tobi’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

“Good.”

“But if you mess this up…”

Her voice dropped.

“…I will personally deal with you.”

Tobi almost smiled.

“I’ll take that risk.”

Amara shook her head slightly.

Then looked away.

Trying to calm herself.

Trying to prepare.

Because this was no longer just talking.

This was action.

Real action.

Her phone buzzed again.

She looked at it.

Femi.

Message.

Did you leave already?

Her heart skipped.

“That was fast,” she muttered.

Tobi leaned slightly.

“What did he say?”

She showed him.

Tobi nodded.

“Good. Reply him.”

Amara hesitated.

“What do I say?”

“Keep it normal,” Tobi said. “Don’t rush. Don’t act strange.”

Amara nodded slowly.

Then typed:

Yeah, I left.

She paused.

Then added:

We’ll talk later.

She hit send.

Almost immediately…

Three dots appeared.

Femi was typing.

Amara’s chest tightened.

Then the reply came.

I’m not done with you yet.

Silence.

Amara stared at the message.

Her stomach twisted.

“That doesn’t sound good,” she said quietly.

Tobi’s expression darkened slightly.

“No… it doesn’t.”

Another message came in.

Amara opened it.

And her heart dropped.

You should be careful who you trust.

Amara’s breath caught.

Slow.

Cold.

Because that line…

That line felt like a warning.

Not advice.

Not concern.

A warning.

She looked up at Tobi.

“He knows something,” she said.

Tobi nodded slowly.

“Yeah.”

Amara’s chest tightened again.

“This just got worse.”

Tobi didn’t disagree.

“Yeah.”

Silence.

Then Amara asked the question that had been sitting quietly in her chest.

“…what if he’s watching me too?”

Tobi looked at her.

And for the first time…

He didn’t answer immediately.

And that…

That was enough to make fear settle deeper.

Because if that was true…

Then this was no longer just a game of trust.

It was a game of who moves first.

And who gets caught.

To be continued…