Then Who Was Phone Novels & Stories

He had a way to deal with Eamon, thanks to Daniel Carr. He pressed another drink against the feeling of bitterness, and that was when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out, a big annoyed, and flipped it open. It was an unknown number, and his heart skipped a beat. He had been waiting for this phone call for a while now. The voice came on the other end in a cold and calculated manner. "It is done."

I don’t want him in my space. He gulped hard and took a step back. He thinks that I have easily forgotten everything. How fast he could switch to the benefiting side… I chuckled, flipping the phone on my hands. It wasn't even an expensive phone; Samsung SGH-T609. She was still using the same phone for years till now. “Not the so-called, Winston’s in-law still on this," I laughed in my head and looked at the phone for the last time before staring back at her. "Trust me, you will regret this!” She was still blabbering. "These people that are hyping you will still_” The word was still hanging on the tip of her tongue when I allowed the phone to slowly slip out of my grasp.

Soon, Phoebe answered the phone, "What's up? I'm driving, couldn't you send me a voice message?" Nathan frowned. He said in a serious tone, "It's me, Nathan." Phoebe panicked instantly. She replied, "Oh… I'm sorry, Mr. Morrison. I thought it was Cole, I-I—" Nathan coldly said, "Focus on driving, pass the phone to Chubs. I have something to tell her." "Okay… Mila, here, it's General Morrison." There was silence on the other end of the phone. Nathan's heart tightened again.

There was something there that made me feel as if the boy I used to love might still be in there behind all the ice. His phone rang then, and the mask came back down, and he was Houston Vane again, CEO, ruthless, untouchable, striding out of the kitchen barking orders at people I couldn't see. I sat alone at the marble island, with my coffee going cold, and that's when my phone buzzed. My phone - the one Houston's staff had returned to me only last night, stripped, he'd said, of every contact but Talia's. Unknown number.

"Thank you," I broke my lips and turn them into a smile before I slide to the corner. "Is this Ethan Parker?" the voice of a woman immediately resounded in my ears the second someone answered my call. Then I remove the phone from my ear and studied the digits. My brain could barely remember anyone in my logs who owned the digits. Even though I already found a new pack, I did not get the chance to remove or delete all the unnecessary contact persons saved in my phone.

Darren answered affirmatively. The next second, the doorbell rang again, and Kenny walked in, “Mr. Venzor we have already checked the cellphones of the troublemakers, and we found that the person who contacted them is from the city, but we don’t know their identity.” Darren felt silent when he heard that, while Jason questioned in an anxious tone, “Who do you think it might be?” “At first, we thought that it might be Hallie, but we had to rule her out because she is abroad now…”

“I know what happened, but it was her! Aurora just called me!” I dialed the number again, as I was desperate to prove that I was telling the truth. Even though Aurora was gone, I never threw out her smartwatch. I had kept it hidden from Sam all this time. I had been paying the monthly bills and charging it. However, the call did not connect. It said the number was no longer in service! It was the same number. It was never disconnected, so how could it be out of service? I broke down in sobs and mumbled repeatedly through tears, “No, this isn’t real. How is this possible?”

I sit there holding my phone in my hand just looking at it. Adam takes my phone and tries to call back but as was expected it went dead when the call back button was pressed. Although it was a private number, Adam had a technique to track the call back to the owner. It must have been a burner phone because he was unable to do anything.

Ben said to me. "Okay, and who does the phone number belong to?" I asked Ben. "I don't know yet, sir. The person didn't register the phone number with his real information, so I can't yet tell who the person is. The person whose information was used to register the phone number is already dead," Ben said to me. "Okay, that is still what you don't know, and what do you actually know? I mean, anything that will be useful in finding who the phone number belongs to?" I asked Ben.

One was his usual phone, and the other was this curious cheap old mobile phone. As for the phone's origin, the only person apart from Mr. Valor himself who knew about it would be Connor Gunn, his secretary. But if anyone asked Connor about it, the latter would just smile and refuse to say a single word about it. Because of this, the top executives could not help but speculate about this strange phone.