Hidden Earbuds For Work Novels & Stories

I turned my head to look around, and to my utmost shock, I realized it wasn't a he, but they. He hadn't come alone. But, he is the one sent to bring us down. And I couldn't risk anyone's life. As a matter of fact, I also could not kill anyone. With a swift move, I brought out a pair of earbuds. It was Krit's. I had stolen them from him on the first night we met. The earbuds are awesome though, they blocked out all loud noises including gun's, but the thing is, they could not keep out human's yelling.

Inside the box was a brand new laptop, a brand new tablet and a box of headphones. I looked at him, questioning as to what I saw. "The boss personally suggested that you use these for your job. He said it will be beneficial if you accompany him on business trips," he explained. He continued, "The headphones are for calls. I already incorporated a software into your laptop where you can receive and make calls. Please, make sure that your calls are exclusive for work purposes." I nodded as I closed the box. I then asked, "Are you sure that this is for me? I didn't expect this to happen next. I'm still at the part where I'm questioning if everything right now is real."

Then he made his way to his office, saying hi to several of his co-workers along the way. He closed the door and sat down in his gray and black upholstered office chair. After shaking the computer out of sleep mode, he plugged in his headphones. He found that the sound was clearer when he listened to wire taps on headphones and not through speaker. Bruce opened his inbox and clicked on the email Boon had sent. Setting back in the chair, he clicked on the audio attachment to play it.

* * As soon as I stepped into the work building I could feel all eyes on me, the murmuring was so loud that I didn't have to hide or shy away from it. I opened my bag and took out my bud, closing my ears off the rest of the word. The last word I heard was a home wrecker before closing them. Getting into the elevator, my eyes didn't die down, it was so intense and so evident that there was no need for me to hide or shy away from the comments that cannot be hidden from the music blasting in my ears. As soon as it opened to my office, I walked straight to the place and settled down on my seat, taking out the bud.

The moment the car disappeared down the driveway, his demeanor shifted. “My office. Now,” he said, his voice leaving no room for delay. She followed him, a familiar dread and anticipation coiling in her gut. But this time, he didn’t touch her. He walked to his desk and picked up a small, sleek black box. “Open it,” he said, tossing it to her. She caught it, her fingers fumbling. Inside, nestled in black velvet, was not jewelry, but technology. It was a pair of wireless earbuds, but unlike any she’d seen. They were tiny, flesh-toned, almost invisible.

This time if she makes it and he rejects it, she will never try to bring coffee to his table instead she will bring a cup of hot boiling water. Pompous, rich jerk. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a pair of wireless earbuds. She had never actually used them before, preferring to keep her senses entirely unblocked while on a mission, but today she decided to try them out. Slotted firmly into her ears, she turned on a lively, upbeat melody. Instantly, the ambient noise of the lobby—the clicking heels, the rustling papers, the hum of the security barriers—was entirely drowned out. She was wrapped in her own private world of rhythm.

As I worked I felt his gaze on me ever so often, when I paused to change my music I would hear his lowered voice as he spoke in a meeting, I looked up and caught his stare a few times his chair turned slightly to the side to face his computer, a black listening device in his ear. A little over an hour later I felt I’d gotten enough material to work with later tonight so I clicked off my phone which I’d been using to work and closed my notes. I know he’s done with his meeting as he’d taken out the earbud a while ago, getting up, I rolled the chair back, noting how smooth the motion was. Maybe I should get one of these in my room. “Done?” He asked without looking up. “For now” I crossed around

“There, beside the entrance. And there.” I followed his gaze and noticed two burly men in suits near the entrance. At the side of the room, a tough-looking woman and a thinner man stood at-ease with their hands folded at their waist. Clearly not attendants, the four wore earbuds and neckties—even the woman. The lumps under their armpits could be mistaken for nothing but sidearms. “Arron is patrolling outside. We’re connected through these earbuds.” Greg leaned toward me. The ear-com was invisible, like a hearing aid. “If I need him, I’ll call,” he said, lifting his lapel to show me a tiny dot microphone.

Daemon asked. “Yes, the recording equipment is ready,” Aria said, and she slid the small box across the table toward me. “Three separate devices, each one independent of the others, each one capturing audio clearly at a distance of up to fifteen meters. They are small enough to be worn without detection and Rowan’s team will not be running equipment scans at an alliance gathering without creating a diplomatic incident, and they know it.” “Where do I wear them?” I asked. “Two on your person, one integrated into your jewelry.” Aria opened the case and showed me. “I will show you the placement before every contact session. You do not adjust them yourself once they are set.”

He had no idea what I had planned. “I have more information about his connections, Rebecca. We’ll focus on that when you get here,” Natasha’s voice buzzed softly through the customized earbud in my ear. Before coming to the restaurant, Natasha had handed me this tiny device, custom-made to blend with my skin. It allowed her to stay in constant communication with me without Gabriel—or anyone else—noticing. The earbud was invisible to the eye, just another secret weapon in my arsenal. I glanced at Gabriel, his face relaxed and content, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. I scoffed inwardly. He was doomed, and by the time he realized it, it would be far too late.