Morning. I sit at the kitchen table with my coffee and run through the day.
Delaney's on my mind. English Lit — the young teacher with the blonde ponytail and the glasses, the one who lights up when she talks about Keats. Paul's been building the staff list, name by name, and she's near the top of it. Good addition, high potential — fresh, pretty, and enthusiastic, everybody likes her. If I get her, the next one gets easier.
*System, Miss Delaney's stats.*
[Miss Delaney — trust: 60]
Sixty. Better than I expected. The pin's been on her since that first week, ticking away. But sixty isn't ninety-five, and if the pin really adds one trust an hour, she should be maxed by now. Something doesn't add up.
*System. Why hasn't the pin pushed her higher?*
[The Pin of Trust functions only within fifty meters of the user. Beyond that range, the pin is dormant.]
I frown. "Fifty meters? Why the hell wasn't I told this before? You've been running this thing since week one."
