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SECURITY ALERT Unauthorized Access Detected. The red words pulse on my screen like a warning beacon. My heart is in my throat, the lingering warmth from the laundry room turning to ice water in my veins. "Echo?" I whisper again. "Talk to me." The waveform flickers grey, static washing over the screen. Then, abruptly, it snaps back to that soothing, electric blue. "False positive," Echo says smoothly. His voice is calm, unbothered. "I ran a diagnostic. It was a firewall glitch caused by the 2.0 update. Your data is secure, Mia."

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She said at the door. “They don't even exist” Milligan countered. “Save it for the chatroom. No other pack would ever dare.” She said, then walked out. Chatroom? They had a chatroom for these things? “She’s crazy,” he muttered, turning back to me. “Chatroom?” “Yes, Moonlit staff chatroom, we talk about many things, including how many cheeseburgers Mr Singh consumes in a week” he chuckled. “He's good for business,” I shrugged, lifting my bag.

He replied with a wink. Luckily, the food finally came and the attention was quickly diverted from his comment. We had a nice conversation all throughout the meal. Not once did I feel awkward or lost in the conversation and I didn't have to deal with him talking about himself or business like I usually do with my friends. "So uhm, how much would it cost?" I asked. "Usually I charge per hour or day. But since you're asking for three months. Sixty thousand would be nice as long as I don't get to spend shit on amenities." He replied.

a chirpy high pitched voice caused Trix to flinch. She stared into the milky mix and I could have sworn it sparkled. "Thanks," she said, blinking back her delusion when she realized that it was just the ice. "You okay, everyone's been looking for you," Sierra asked, writing something on her notepad. Trix furrowed her brows confused. Her voice held no interest in Trix's well being. A car alarm went off in the parking lot. She turned just in time to meet the eyes of a feline walking by. She was so confused. She turned to Sierra in time to see her stuff something into the little pocket in her apron.

"Don't let your wild imagination upset you. This is a set, so you need to keep your distance even if Nathan allowed you to be closer to him. There are many reporters out here." Meanwhile, Hilda settled down in a corner and connected her phone to Nathan's Wi-Fi, absorbed in her social media. In fact, Rex had created a private group chat with only three members, including himself, Hilda, and Thomas. This chatroom, which was active at the moment, was a place for them all to discuss their work, as well as office gossip.

*** From that day on, I taught them words, grammar, math—stuff they could actually use once they left the room. And every time class started, Dora—the young woman who'd been listening outside the door—showed up right on cue. Later, I let her sit in too. She became the oldest "student" in the class. She barely spoke, just watched everything like it mattered. She liked asking questions—mostly about the outside world. The city. Cars. Ships. Planes. Every time I talked about it, something soft and aching showed up in her eyes. Watching her hit me harder than I expected.

This was the specific quality of attention that a school gave to something it had collectively decided was entertaining, and as Ava moved through the hall toward the backstage area where the cheer squad was warming up, she counted no fewer than eight separate conversations that stopped or shifted as she passed. Mia was already backstage, and she had the expression she wore when she had information she had been waiting to deliver. "The group chat," she said, before Ava had put her bag down. "I saw it this morning." "There's been more since then." Ava looked at her. "How much more." Mia held up her phone.

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.