Avery Jane's face turned pale; she couldn't believe her ears, yet she distinctly heard Emma White reporting to Joshua Hughes, who was monitoring her every move at any moment.
Her life had lost even the slightest bit of privacy.
She recalled two days ago when she fought hard for a bit of freedom, celebrating that she didn't have to be tracked all day, finally having a little space to breathe. But he was one step ahead of her, reaching into every corner she could access, omnipresent.
She felt as if she was living in a scenario he designed, trying desperately to escape, believing she had fled a little, never expecting to hide behind a curtain and happily peeking out, only to find Joshua Hughes sitting beneath it. There he was, staring at her, with a giant screen in front of him broadcasting her current actions. He looked at her, curled his thin lips, smiling gently. But to her, it was a huge sarcasm, mocking her childishness and all her fruitless resistance.
