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His half-cocked smile as I peered at the phone told me he’d known I’d give him shit for it. “Fred Bagnoli has a phone like this. He’s old as dirt.” “He’s a smart man. These are impossible to trace. You’re welcome, by the way.” “Uh, thanks?” I pulled up the contacts on a whim. Of course, the only three numbers listed were his, Mikey’s, and Tommaso’s, and there was no option to program anything else that I could see. I sighed heavily and set the phone down on the dresser. It was better than nothing, wasn’t it? “This is actually very nice of you, Killian. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

The same phone that had connected her to a stranger with a voice too calm, too confident, too dangerous. Arielle stared at the screen like it might suddenly come alive. “What are you?” she murmured. Outside, the city was slowly waking up. Faint traffic hummed somewhere beyond her apartment building, and a pale gray light crept through the curtains. She hadn’t moved in hours. Finally, she reached for the phone. Her fingers hesitated over the screen before unlocking it. The call history stared back at her. One number. No name. No information. Just ten digits.

She paused, then covered her face with the palm of her hands and began sobbing. "Buzz… Buzz…" Alexia's cell phone vibrated as she sniffed then reached out for her phone which was in her side pocket and when she took it out she realized it was an unknown number. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Who in the world is this?" she soliloquized then swiped her thumb across the screen taking the phone to her left ear. "Hello… am I speaking with Alexia Chaney?" A deep male voice came through the phone as Alexia sat upright.

“So, what was the emergency with the phone?” Phone sex. Dirty, slutty, nasty phone sex. “My battery died and I needed to speak to Ashley about something. As it turns out the situation kind of fizzled out, so what I wanted, didn’t happen anyway,” I grumbled, frowning and stabbing my cereal with my spoon. Her eyes lit up as she snatched her phone from the counter. “So now I have Ashley's number?” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I’d already anticipated her reaction and had deleted Ashley’s number from the last dialled list.

Philip handed Scarlett a brand new one. A mobile phone whose screen can be swiped and flipped, the Apple mobile phone is on the rise now. Scarlett was still staring at the mobile phone. Is this phone really for her? "The mobile phone only has the numbers of me, Mr Jaxon, and Ezra. Other than the three numbers listed there. You are strictly forbidden to contact anyone else. Remember, Miss, whatever you do with that mobile phone, Mr Jaxon will know immediately. Because the mobile phone has been set up so you can directly connect to Mr Jaxon, please be wise in doing something, Miss. Because for every mistake you make, someone else will have to pay for it. Do you understand?" Philip asked.

He looked at the phone on the table. "Is that your phone?" He asked. I nod. "You do have his number right?" "Ye ...yes" "Good. Pick up" he ordered. Slowly I reach for my phone. "Dial his line" I nod slightly as I unlock my phone. Hunter's number is the only number I have on my call line. I dialed it. "Put it on speaker" I did as I was told. "The number you are trying to call is not reachable" a woman's voice spoke

she said. I heard her feet shuffling towards the door before the phone started ringing again. Seeing that I wouldn't bulge, she came back and picked it up. “Hello,” she placed the phone on speaker and I was surprised that this caller talked. “How can I help you?” “Please I would like to talk to Sir Alexander Pierce, I'm quite sure this is his number,” the feminine voice said. “My apologies, Alexander Pierce is not anywhere close to his phone. Please drop a message and I'll be sure to deliver it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Actually, my phone has an issue but I can give you my granny’s number. She hardly uses it her phone so feel free to call anytime from six pm.” Xavier nodded with a light chuckle, “I will be sure to.” He handed her his phone and she punched in the number and handed the phone back. He saved the number and looked at her, “well, that is it, I guess.” “Yeah. Thank you once more.”

When her phone rang, she screamed in fright which in turn scared Lizzie who started to cry. “Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry,” she soothed the startled child. Emma picked her up, bouncing her on her hip. A quick glance at the phone’s screen revealed it was an unknown number. Normally, those went unanswered. But something stirred within her. Answer it. Emma answered the phone and put it on speaker. It would be easier to speak that while she was holding the baby. “Hello?” “An inmate from Queensbury City Jail is trying to contact you,” an automated voice said. “Press one to accept the call.”