Terry Lim looked, eyes narrowed, at his phone. Whoever was calling, had ended a very satisfying dream involving his dream woman. Cindy Crawford. Sure, she was much older than him, but he had passed her billboards in the city as a pre-adolescen,t and fallen head over heels in love with her. His phone had bleeped for most of the night, but he knew that anything important would have been diverted to Will Cheoung.
Rolling over in his expensive Egyptian cotton sheets, he grabbed his phone, a state of the art model made by his own electrical company. Instead of the usual rectangular touchscreen phones out there, this was thinner, square, and more responsive. He saw a number on the screen that he didn’t recognise, and curiosity had him answer the call.
‘Hello?’ he enquired, running his tongue
