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regretted wearing it, but it was comfortable and she had known there was a high likelihood of them being forced to leave for Africa directly from the party. Dress for success. That was her motto. She looked down at her shoes. She didn’t usually wear flats but she was happy she had made that decision. She picked a leaf off her skirt and chewed the inside of her cheek. Apart from being taller and stronger than the other women, Faith knew she was far superior in intelligence to any of the others, with her extra-high IQ.
    She didn’t care about the money, but to be able to prove herself out here would be huge. That would show all the people who called her a fruitcake.
    “I can help, too,” the Asian girl said. She was young, and her feet wouldn’t be very well protected in those sandals.
    Eve Li caught the tall, pasty-skinned woman eyeing her sandals, and smiled to herself. She was comfortable in them. The others probably saw them as a disadvantage, but in the African heat, her feet would be the coolest, assuming the others got their shoes back. She was glad she had worn pants but wished they weren’t so thin and filmy. They would probably snag on the first thorn bush she walked past.
    She was willing to help with anything but would be careful not to let anyone see how resourceful and strong she really was, and she wasn’t afraid to do things on her own out here. She had youth in her favor, and that would count for a lot when they started getting dehydrated. Only the kid without the shoes was as young as her. The two Mexicans—the injured one and the nurse—and the black guy were really old. That pasty-faced executive type woman had offered to help build the shelter, but she looked like she wouldn’t want to wrinkle her clothes, and what was with the fancy hairdo?
    A million dollars. It was like a dream to think she could actually win a million dollars. She had to win. She didn’t know how much longer she could go on living out of her car. It was becoming harder and harder to find places to shower, and if she kept on going the way she had been, she would never be able to rent a place again.
    Eve hid a chuckle when she glanced at the redhead in the black cocktail dress. Of all the dumb things to be wearing, and what about her shoes?
    “I’ll help as soon as I get my shoes.” Kelli Gannon was still mentally kicking herself for being duped into wearing cocktail clothes for the party after the briefing. She wasn’t sure how she was going to survive and win the game with those shoes. She wished she could offer to help make a shelter now. It seemed like a very good idea. She glanced in the direction the others had gone, glad the camera operators weren’t following her and focusing on her face, since it was most likely a mess. They and the others with them had totally disappeared from sight and who knew how long they would be.
    The lawyer was gorgeous but he was wearing a wedding ring, and anyhow, she didn’t want to mess around on Mark. She had promised him. Still, she and Mark hadn’t been together for more than two months now, ever since his mom started getting suspicious, and she was beginning to need a man again.
    “So how are you suggesting we do it?” the tall, attractive blond woman with the accent said loudly. She was pretty and might be a model. She must work out a lot. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body and her arm muscles were like a man’s.
    Lela Sukhova knew she had a huge advantage over the others. None of them had lived through the hell she had had to endure in the prison camp in Iraq. She smirked. She was already a seasoned survivor and this reality show would be like child’s play compared to that. Reality? They had no idea about reality. She had experienced harsh reality in the camp—going without water and food for days, making her own shelter out of virtually nothing with her bare hands. The others in this group might be able to do that, but she doubted if any of them would have