Chris Sturniolo Phone Number Novels & Stories

Judging by the look on his face, I could only assume he was contacting Dexon. From what I’d learned recently, Sergio was the assistant he employed for his corporate and yacht business affairs, while Dexon was the trusted man who handled his… underground dealings. "There seems to be a misunderstanding here," Chris said as he approached me again a few moments later. He sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of me and showed me something on his phone. "Isn’t this your account number?" I read the string of numbers and frowned. "You have two phones, so it’s fair to assume you might have more than one account—different from the one you gave your office. But this… this isn’t yours, is it?"

"Is that the line you use when you tell girls you still live at home?" Stu's reply involved yanking the covers off and letting Chris, who slept in the buff, shiver, not from cold so much as the loss of his cozy dream. "If you're done being a douche bag, go away." "I will, but the real reason I came up was to mention you have a phone call." "And you couldn't take a message?" "Do I look like your secretary? Besides, dude insisted on talking to you. Said it was important." "Did he give you a name?" Chris asked as he rolled out of bed and yanked on some track pants left in a muddle on the floor. Screw the shirt. He'd hit the basement gym for a few minutes after he got rid of whoever was on the p

I flick through my diary until I get to the phone number disguised as a product order key and I dial the number. Ring, ring. I wait. Come on pick up, pick up. Ring, ring. “Hello,” the happy voice calls. An instant smile crosses my face. “Yo, Chris.” “Hey,” he calls excitedly. “Stace, man. Where you been, bro?” I laugh out loud. “Missing you, you ugly prick.” I swing my chair from side to side. It’s good to hear his voice. Chris was my best friend all through school, and even now as I live in an ulterior universe to him, he is still my best friend. He works for the United States Government and has contacts everywhere. A diplomat, no less.

Chris compensated the families of Tony and Sunny with twenty million pounds each and was still keeping them on the payroll. “Sure Sir, no problem,” Ben replied. “How long are you going to be here? You don’t look too good Sir.” Ben enquired. “He’ll be out before we know it,” I replied. The room fell silent afterwards with Ben frantically working with his laptop. He would frequently shift his gaze between Chris and me and his laptop. After a while, Chris asked for my phone. His was probably destroyed or lost in the crash because it couldn’t be found. I helped him log in to his private email address on my phone.

Troy isn't so forbearing. “You said it,” I say, rifling through some papers on my desk. What I really want to do is take everything on top and sweep it onto the carpet in a fit of rage while Troy stamps his feet and squeals like we've reverted back to our playground days. But I don't. “Carol,” I say, pressing the button on my phone. “Can you get Unique Talent Management on the phone? It's an emergency. See if Chris Stevens is available.” “Sure thing.” Her voice crackles, and I can barely hear her. “By the way—”

"I don't think so, sir." He gave Carol a look filled with confusion. "Why?" "I tried calling his personal number but it was just ringing." "Really?" "Yes, sir." Chris got his phone from his pocket and rang his best friend's number. It started ringing. While Chris is waiting for Jeremy to answer his call, Carol thought of doing something, not wanting to waste any second. She rushed to her working station and with such haste, she pressed the designated number of the front desk in the lobby. After the short call, Carol put down the phone.