So, my phone rings...

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My cellphone rings. There are only three people on the planet that ever call me on my cell during the workday, and I know all their numbers. This morning, I didn't recognize the number. I pick up.

"This is William."

"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."

"Not today, no."

"Sorry. Wrong number."

"Right-o."

Click. Next time, things'll be a little different.

I pick up.

"0895, receiving encrypted. Go ahead on green."

"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."

Pause. In a tight, tense voice: "Holy shit, somebody got through. MIKE! Take two men, lock the signal, go find her, take care of it!!!"

Click.

Soon. Yes, very soon.

Comments

Re: Funny!

[billthetailor.livejournal.com]

Do. It's marvelous fun. We get a call her at the office every Wednesday afternoon asking for "Charles Trump". We have repeatedly told the caller - it's a business - that there is no "Charles Trump" here. I can't decide if they really want to find someone by that name, of if they're just phishing. Regardless, I've told my partner to hand it off to me the next time they call. Not decided what I'll do, yet...

Re: Funny!

[starwyse.livejournal.com]

You should tell them that Charles' brother Donald is available...

Re: Funny!

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

*snicker* ...I was just thinking that...