God's eye
People always say that those who sit in front of a computer screen for too long are nothing more than useless. "Fuckers," as my elder brother likes to call them. "You spend too much time on that screen, it's gonna turn your brain black; it’ll rot your mind," he had said.
Obviously, from the look of things, my mind was clearly not rotten. I thought to myself as I plugged in my router, my massive computer screen in front of me again as I typed away furiously. My phone suddenly rang, causing me to briefly turn my eyes toward it and answer the call, then snap my eyes back to the screen.
“Tell me you found her,” William's voice cut through the silence, forcing me to momentarily stop.
“I'm on it,” I said, biting my lip.
“You’re supposed to be fast. You're supposed to be quick abo
