The Undercover Secretary by Ellie Midwood
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It was a misty Wednesday morning. Inside the Gestapo headquarters, you could cut the tension with a knife. There was a traitor in their midst: someone had leaked a list of the SS to the British press.
The head of the Gestapo called me into his office. Panelled oak walls, a grand piano in the corner, rugs lining the floor—the place where he ordered executions every day.
I sat at the desk, reaching for the typewriter and adjusting the paper. On the wall, the clock ticked loudly.
He stood over me; I could almost feel his breath on my neck. “I don’t know where the leak came from. Do you?” he asked.
I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling. I was sure he could hear the thrashing of my heart.
Because I wasn’t just a secretary: I was an undercover Jewish girl. The person who fetched them tea, typed their letters, and made them laugh was their enemy. And my day of reckoning had arrived…
The head of the Gestapo called me into his office. Panelled oak walls, a grand piano in the corner, rugs lining the floor—the place where he ordered executions every day.
I sat at the desk, reaching for the typewriter and adjusting the paper. On the wall, the clock ticked loudly.
He stood over me; I could almost feel his breath on my neck. “I don’t know where the leak came from. Do you?” he asked.
I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling. I was sure he could hear the thrashing of my heart.
Because I wasn’t just a secretary: I was an undercover Jewish girl. The person who fetched them tea, typed their letters, and made them laugh was their enemy. And my day of reckoning had arrived…