Phone Guy Novels & Stories

“He’s not in. He didn’t come to work today and yesterday.” “He didn’t come today too?” “Yeah.” She said. “You like that guy, don’t you?” “Oh my gosh Penny.” I said and then hung up. I took the stairs two at a time. When I got to the hall, I phoned Yoké. It said that the phone number was non-existent. “Non-existent? What the hell?”

he said I rarely heard what he said after since he is far gone, I took a deep breath and returned my attention to my phone. "What he already picked up" I muttered as I never knew I have dialed the number the moment I bumped into the boss. "Hello Angel" I said as I brought the phone to my ear. "For the last time am not Angel" he hissed and just like that he released all my tensions, all bank on him to brighten my day.

I need that so badly at the moment. Just as I had thought, I suddenly got a call on my phone. I quickly picked up the phone which I had placed on my desk. Looking at the caller, I found out it was Fred. Speaking of the devil. I smiled, looking at my phone. Quickly, I clicked on the answer button and directed the call to my ears. “Yes, how may I help you?” “Gael, are you being serious with me right now? Don't tell me you're not prepared yet?”

" I have Officer Smith's cell phone number. If I remember correctly, he works in this police station.

Guess the times I had spent in prison was beginning to take toil on me and most of my skill were begining to flee from me. Suddenly, I noticed a man in his early fifties, making a call with his phone. Being a hood person, there was always a technique we used in obtaining people's phone and I was about to implore such beautiful technique. "Greetings to you sir" He turned around, staring at me in confusion. "I am sorry for startling you. My name is Nicholas Page, I kinda thought you would lend me your phone so I make a call. Mine is kinda faulty" He stared at me for a moment, he seemed to be trying to decipher whether or not I was lying.

I called the line again and this time it went through. “ Hello, Baz?” I said into the phone. “ Hello”, someone else said. Someone who wasn't Basil. “ Excuse me, who is this?” I asked. “ Um……… I'm so sorry to inform you, but the owner of this phone was shot this morning. He's currently in the OR and the doctors are trying to revive him?” “ What?!” I screamed, my phone dropping to the floor.

he said again. " I have no problem with that......it's just that what I have here can't wait, and it's kinda very important trust me, if you don't give him that phone you will regret it for the rest of your life" I said, but I didn't get a reply from him. " Hello, Hello, Hello....... " I keep saying over the phone and nearly gave up when I heard his voice. " Hello.....who is this? " he said. " Mr Wellington, so good to hear from you" I said smiling.

It turns out that. Ignoring Sahara's profound shock and disbelief, Teresa reproved angrily with a commanding look in her ocean blue eyes and said, "Mr. Clemon's cell phone isn't a knock off either. Not only is he using a genuine one, but he is also the global spokesperson for the new Jordan Phone 7 which will be announced soon. Miss Damien, please show some respect to Jordan Phone's spokesperson!" Everyone was astounded. It turned out that Nathan was also a spokesperson for Jordan Phone, in fact, he was the global spokesperson for the high end version!

His eyes flickered over me for a second before he waved a hand in greeting and moved toward the phone on the counter. Jay was against cellphones, saying the government could track you and listen to your private conversations through them. I had one, but had only really used it in high school and it was definitely lying dead somewhere in my room, having completely forgotten about the device. Clearly this guy also didn’t hold much love for cellular devices.