5150 Somebody Call The Popo Novels & Stories

My phone suddenly rang. It was Yvette calling. I put her on speaker phone, only to hear her high-pitched, frustrated voice coming through. "Where are you, Callum? The IPO event is about to end! Henry accidentally spilled champagne on his suit. You need to get back here right away and let Henry change into the bespoke suit you're wearing."

Her cheerful voice comes through the speaker. "Hey, you have reached April! I'm probably doing something more interesting than talking to you right now, so leave a message and maybe I will call you back. Kidding! willl definitely call you back." "April, it's me again." I try to keep my voice steady, like I'm not spiraling. "I found your note and I'm really worried, whatever is going on, we can figure it out together. Please just call me back to let me know you're safe."

He answered the call immediately without even looking at the number first, and then he immediately roared, “Lenny Powell, you old d*mned thing! I…” “Is this Huron Hall? I am Alex Poole,” said Alex in an cold tone on the other end of the line.

He ain't playin'. OAP 1: That's wassup. All right, beautiful people. We are your hosts, Gabby and Sherry. Y'all know the numbers to call, so give us a call and make your requests, fellas. C'mon, Sherry. Open the phone lines. SHERRY: (laughs) Right on it. GABBY: All right. Someone's on the line. Hello! CALLER: (coughs) Hello. Good morning. Yomi instantly furrowed his eyebrows, surprised to hear the familiar voice of the woman on the radio station's line.

I took out a $20 bill and as I walked back to the young man, I handed it directly to him. "Here's a tip for you, thank you!" "I don't need it. How about I just ask for your phone number instead!" "What? My phone number? Are you kidding me?" "I'm not kidding, ma'am! I'm serious. If your car breaks down in the middle of the road, you can call me anytime." "I can call this company number if I need help, so I don't have to give you my personal number, right?" "If you're on the night shift and your car suddenly breaks down, the only person you can contact is me, since your calls won't be answered after 7 p.m., Mrs. Karenina Meiyer!"

"What's wrong old man? You fucks burn down my place?" "No, just checking in to see how things are going." I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it. "Poppy you okay? Since when do you call me in the middle of a meet with this shit?" "Since I don't like the feel of this thing. You shoulda let me handle it.

My hands were still placed on my hair, with the other one on my waist. “Call him. I need to go shopping. I need pads—” “I’ll call him,” Carpo interrupted before I could say another word. I know the word “pad” irks him. “Boss,” he called the moment Lorenzo De’Russio’s picked the call. I didn’t wait for him to say whatever he had to say before taking the phone from him. “Hey, runaway sex buddy,” I called, and Carpo coughed. I rolled my eyes at him.

By the time I reached my car and started driving to have lunch with my mother, I quickly noticed a DM from Dillion Cole. @D_Cole: Hi Mr. Stockholm. I already have your number, I was about to contact you too to talk about it. @D_Cole: and regarding about Tate, she's fine. But you and me still need to talk. In private. Suddenly a random number messaged me, I assumed it was already him so I saved it. Dillion: Mr. Stockholm, this is Dillion Cole. When are you available? Me: I'm flying to New York tonight. I'll see you? Dillion: Good because I'm still around New York. Hit me up when you've landed.