Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
"Now, we find out who we are when nobody is watching."
Pim looked down at the drive in her hand. A sudden, sharp notification pinged from her phone—a sound she hadn't heard in weeks. A tiny, minimalist icon flickered on the screen. It was a new version of the app, a small-scale, innocent-looking interface asking for a login.
Pim stared at it. Her thumb hovered over the screen. She looked at Chalida, who had also pulled out her phone. Their eyes met.
"Is it still running?" Chalida asked, her voice trembling.