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His tone was amused, like he already knew I was up to something. I turned to him, feigning innocence. “Nothing. Just… remembering something.” He raised a brow but didn’t pause his game. “You once hacked a guy’s phone just to get his hot girlfriend’s number,” I said, crossing my arms. “That was so cool.” Gavin let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Spill it. Whose phone do you need me to hack?” I giggled, plopping down beside him. “It’s not a phone this time. I need you to track a car using its license plate.”

When he didn't see anything on the cell, his eyebrows came up and said. “Pasha doesn't play any game. Tick Tick… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.” “Look at the mobile.” Pasha, who was speaking, found Antonio looking at him with ignorance, and then he said. He had just said that Antonio's mobile phone started ringing. “See what you are up to.”At his request, he got a call on the last bell. “Game redemption ... all destroyed ... just like ... like ... like.” He clicked and said ... while everyone else started watching this scene in amazement because they did not understand what happened in the end.

“I told you of my experience with Lucas, didn't I? I don't have a phone.” He paused for a minute, then clenched his hands. “I think I have an extra phone laying around somewhere.” He said, I watched as he got off his feet and walked away. A few minutes later he returned with a phone in hand. “I think it needs a little bit of updating, but it should work just fine.” He said, handing the phone over to me. I took one look at it, and knew I could work with it for the meantime. “There's no sim card in it yet, but it's connected to the home's WiFi. That should be manageable for now.”

I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror, “Are you going to tell him about it?” She snorted, “I wouldn’t spoil your chances, sugar mama.” I lowered the mirror slowly, “Besides, I’m not using my Aurora voice. No voice clone, no dramatic pitch. I don’t need it. I’m not showing up to a public summit. ” Giada rolled her eyes dramatically, but before she could drop another snarky line, my phone vibrated. Mario Karts. I dropped the mirror into my purse and swiped to answer without hesitation, “Mario?”

The silence was getting suffocating and the ride felt slow, my mind racing as I kept on trying to think of anyway to have it less slow and suffocating. I didn’t need to think for much longer though, the universe finally on my side as Grayson’s phone suddenly rang. The phone was connected to the car’s Bluetooth, the sound prompting me to immediately glance at him. our eyes met and I watched a glint appear in his before he looked away to tap the call. “Grayyyyyyyyyy!”

The ping on my encrypted phone doesn’t sound like an alert. it sounds like the whisper of a blade drawing blood instead. I don't even need to unlock the screen to know what it is. Sitting in the plush, leather interior of my town car parked two blocks away from Northstar Holdings, I stare down at the neon-blue numbers glowing against the dark display:

Elara’s thumb brushed the edge of the phone as she offered it again. “All our numbers are already in it. Real numbers. Not the tracked, monitored, school-issued ones. And there’s a group chat set up. Just us. No Fang. No board alerts. No administration backdoors.” Nico took the phone slowly. It felt light. Cheap. Ordinary. Exactly what he’d wanted. Elara’s voice dropped lower—meant only for him.

On my first day at work, I locked the pearl earrings in my desk drawer. On the second day, I rented a small apartment. On the third day, I blocked every way Hunter and Gabriel had of contacting me. A month later, I received a package. There was no return address. Inside was a bank card, a record of bank transfers, and an old umbrella. It was the same umbrella they had held over Tiffany on that rainy night when we were 18. The fabric had grown worn, and there was a crack in the handle. Tucked inside was a sheet of paper. It was in Gabriel's handwriting.

on a minute. " said layo. He got inside and came out with a fairly used small Nokia phone . "Take this. I've always wanted to give you lately. I just kept forgetting." he said while handing me the phone. "What"? I said surprised. "You keep it Fetty. Its now yours. Get a simcard and put it in. Who knows you might get to speak with Emjay more often huh!" he said while tickling me. "Stop it Layo. " I said while laughing out really loud. "Now run along. You've got a shift at the bar. " he said. "Thank You so much Layo. " I said. "Friends don't... " he began. "I know.. Friends don't thank each other but thanks anyway" I said . "Hope this phone does not belong to any of your customers. " I asked

Marcus ordered him before he leaves, Tom took a few steps back opened a drawer of the side table, the drawer is full of the latest I-phones, he picks one and switched it on and handed it to Marcus, He is an angry bird and has a habit of smashing his things, his mobile is mainly the victim of his anger whether it's a personal or professional problem, his phone got smashed, Tom made this drawer, especially for his phones. All phones in the drawer have the clonal sim card of Marcus contact number. This drawer is upgraded with the latest mobile phones every month.