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He knew this must be the phone line that his assistant had connected. "Richard Bennett here! How can I help you?" exclaimed Mr Richard casually. "Hahaha...Of course, sir. I see you've done exactly what I wanted! You have sacked and expelled the hooligan girl, isn't that right? My men told me that!" exclaimed the voice on the other side. Mr Bennett stood back up and clenched his fists. I don't know where that person came from. "Hahah...don't get emotional like that! You did the right thing! You don't want your business to be shut down, do you?" the voice on the other side said seriously.

Apart from this one skill that others looked down upon, I had nothing at all. Dignity? Dignity was worthless in reality. However, a tightness stuck in my chest, neither rising nor falling; it almost suffocated me. "Yes." I heard myself say. A cruel smile appeared on Bill's face. "Alright! You've got guts!" He turned to his assistant behind him and shouted, "John Sterling! Prepare the contract! No, it's a betting agreement! Today I'm going to show him that he can't speak nonsense and brag all he wants!"

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

“Is Allan there?” The agent paused for a thick moment. “Who is this?” he asked cautiously. “Ahh! I already told you. This is James Olympia. Now go wake up Bill Masters and hand him the phone!” he yelled authoritatively into the mouthpiece. “Yes, sir,” the agent spoke at once. Even a regular person recognizes and acknowledges divine authority. A few minutes later, a groggy voice came on the line. “Hello?” “Bill… it’s James.” Eliza’s father sounded as if he had just become fully awake

Lilly queried the voice like a mother scolding her child. The voice giggled slowly and started talking with a smile,”I’m sorry grandma, please pardon my manners. I’ve forgotten that a lot of years have passed and you might not remember my voice.” The reply the stranger on the other side of the call gave made her more stunned, it confirmed her suspicions that truly she had indeed had an encounter with this stranger in the past but the question still remains,”who are you?”. She asked the same question once again.

Linn’s voice beeped from across the call. “I need you to do something for me ASAP,” he said, his smile broadening. “Yes, sir!”

the level and bland AI voice called out from in front of Lila, as she watched the tablet turn a slightly lighter shade of grey as it emanated and intoned that boring string of syllables that could be barely qualified as proper sound. "Hmm... nope!" Lila sunnily replied, tilting her head to the side as she smiled at the screen," Say... can you give me any reasons on the presentation of the language you speek, please, you know, before I kill you and all that?" "I'd rather you not murder my men," a distinctly human voice answered Lila's request. Lila blinked once calmly, and stared down at the image of a woman in front of her, her face on the screen facing Lila and completely and uttterly calm.

“Did you hear me or not?" Hey, be humble girl, and play your cards well. No job is yet to offer you even half this amount. "Did you hear me or not, Bonnie?” He hit a fist on the table. “Bonita. It's Bonita." Let the show begin.

Her heart pounded hard as she reached for the huge hand-held receiver. "No. Put it on speaker!" Hellena shouted. "Shhh!" Misty hissed again. Everyone was on their feet; Misty on the sofa, Hellena and Emma on the bed and Emma's niece on the floor. "Hello?" Emma's voice trembled. "Congratulations, Miss Emma Hedwig," an official sounding voice of a young man blared on loud speaker and the room fell dead silent. "We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen..." Before the sentence was finished, a burst of laughter erupted from the other end of the line. The sparkle in Emma's eyes died instantly and her broad smile slowly faded.

The voice pressed on gently, laced with subtle urgency. Not wanting to keep him waiting or for him to sense the panic and desperation in my voice, I managed to steady my breathing and answered him. He might have some information on Robert. “Hello, you’re speaking with Lily Jones,” I said, feigning a calm, natural tone. “Please who am I speaking with?”