Ninten Novels & Stories

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

She opened it carefully. The senior position she’d been denied was being reconsidered. Effective immediately. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. She read it twice. Three times. Her pulse started to rise. Nothing in corporate life happened this smoothly. Nothing reversed itself this quickly. She leaned back in her chair. Her phone buzzed. She jumped. Unknown Number. Her entire body went cold. It rang once. Twice. She stared at it. Three times. Then it stopped. Her office felt suddenly too small.

“What the heck is this little thing?” “That is a GPS tracker. Gunnach Technologies makes them. They are top of the line, super-small, undetectable to all known bug sweepers, and can be tracked via a phone app. I always want you to have this on you, so I always know where you are. After what happened with Warthog, I’m not taking any chances. I know it’s kind of creepy, but I swear I’ll only track you in case of emergencies, all right?” “I trust you,” Cricket said.