Missed Communication 소설 & 이야기

Telling myself five more minutes, then another five, then another. The person I had been talking to on DirtyLink for three months had finally agreed to meet, and I had actually shown up. Which was not something I did. Ever. Then the message came. "Something happened. I can't make it. I'm sorry." Nine words. No explanation. No reschedule. I had stared at those nine words for a long time before closing the app and driving straight to the bridge. I picked up my phone from the dresser and opened DirtyLink quietly. His last message was still sitting there unanswered on my end. I had read it a dozen times already without responding.

“What’s the matter?” “Oh, I don’t know,” Mitch said sarcastically. “Maybe it’s because I’m no longer on your system. Or that I got ejected when I used my access code, the one that you assured me would be there for the rest of my life. Then I can’t get you by phone. I thought we were closer than this, Hop—” “Hey,” Hopkins said quickly. “Wait a minute. Wait a minute. There happens to have been a hell of a communications failure here yesterday, and my phone was out. Now I know that just ruffles your panties, big guy, but it’s not my fault.”

"It's not that she doesn't want to talk to you, it's just that she doesn't make it a habit to check her messages." "I suppose that's something I should keep in mind," Derrick said, his voice still tinged with sadness. "I think it's important to cultivate the habit of regularly checking my messages, as they often contain unexpected treasures," I said, trying to convey my meaning with more nuance. "It was through online communication that I met my baby, Maxwell. I've missed out on a lot by not being more attentive to my messages, and I would have loved to have been in touch with you all this time." I said, wanting to bring Maxwell into the topic since he would be arriving soon and wouldn't wan

Instructing the insurance company on the details of the fire and providing them with the necessary information was a crucial step in moving forward from the aftermath of the incident. Glancing at my phone, I notice a string of missed calls and texts from my wife, a pang of guilt tugging at my heart. Thirteen missed calls, each one a silent plea for reassurance and connection. Despite the urge to call her back immediately, I know that speaking to her on the phone right now would only add to her worry and stress. Opting for a different approach, I decide to leave her a message, a brief reassurance that I am safe and will be home soon.

We still hadn’t spoken. I didn’t know what to do. Since our last meeting went so poorly, it didn’t make sense to ask her to meet with me again. An e-mail felt insufficient. I rambled whenever I left her voicemails, hardly getting to the point. Text messages were totally out of the question.

I could not resist pulling her back into my arms. It was not until half an hour later, after she had fallen asleep, that I picked up my phone. By then, my phone was full of missed calls from Grace. My expression darkened as I sent a message to her. [Reschedule today's meeting for this afternoon.] Soon, my phone showed Grace's reply. [Alpha, they've already left. They said there won't be any future cooperation.] My heart sank, and I suddenly remembered that Grace had said she had sent me an email. I opened my phone, but there were no new emails.

Hey. The message sent. I ended the night without a response.

It became a habit for Chris to look out for it. Once the phone lit up, his smile faltered. There were no new text messages. He checked for miscalls and again, he received nothing from the other. He let out a sigh of disappointment. Though again, this was not the first time Nathan had forgotten to text him after Chris’ training session ended. Ever since Nathan engaged himself in self-studies, Nathan hardly sent out a text to Chris. If Chris had sent out a text to him, Nathan would reply hours later. It frustrated Chris with his slow responses.

Nox asked. Missed calls, text messages, and emails made their presence known. I'd been so overwhelmed by Nox's presence and his nicer attitude, that I'd forgotten about my conversation with Bryce—that was until his name appeared on my screen. Ignoring it, I replied, "I missed two calls from her mother. I'm going to call her now."

"What happened with the shipping company?" Rachel, his logistics manager, explained the situation, detailing the miscommunication and delays that had occurred. "It seems there was a misunderstanding about the delivery date," Rachel said. "The shipping company thought we needed the vehicles next month, not this month." Nelson listened intently, his mind racing with potential solutions. He asked pointed questions, seeking clarification on every aspect of the situation. "Did we confirm the delivery date in writing?" Nelson asked. "Yes, we did," Rachel replied. "But the shipping company claims they never received the confirmation email."