I'm not sure how I feel about this one.
It could have been literally anyone who answered the phone. Anyone at all yet it had to be the one person she didn’t want to speak to.
“Hello, you’re speaking to Jack, can I take your account number, please?”
Goddammit why did he take a job at the exact internet provider she used? That was so inconvenient of him. She couldn’t quite get it together enough to answer him. She opened her mouth and closed it again, sighing.
“Hello? Can I take your account number, please?”
“Yeah, it’s GB94269-089088.” She hoped speaking quietly would disguise her voice somewhat, completely forgetting that her account details were open in front of him and he knew exactly who she was.
“Oh. Cla—Ms Abraham. How can I help you today?”
Oh that’s how it was going to be? Well she can play at that game too.
“Yes, my broadband keeps dropping out, it’s happened 4 times this morning.”
“I see. Have you tried resetting your router?”
“Yes, of course I have. I mean- yes. It hasn’t worked.” She spoke through gritted teeth, knew he was just going off his script, not getting at her.
“Ok, well I’ll just have to test the line, you might hear some clicks and silence but don’t hang up please.”
She nodded and then felt immediately foolish. “Ok.”
Jack went silent on the other end, the line buzzing gently. There were a few clicks, ticking like a clock for a few seconds then dead silence. She waited, desperate for the call to end.
She was sat leaning back in her chair staring at the ceiling when a quiet voice came from the phone.
“There looks to be a problem with your connection. Uhm, an engineer will be out in the next couple of days.” He sounded nervous, like he didn’t quite know what to say.
“Wait, don’t hang up yet. I have more tests to run.”
“Oh, I just—I didn’t want you to hang up. Uhm, can we talk?”
“You know this call is recorded, right?”
“Good, because I want the people who listen to calls to hear this too. I never want to speak to you again. I told you this already. I didn’t know you worked here, that’s the only reason we are speaking right now.”
“Not again, Jack.”
She never had such satisfaction hanging up the line as she did right then, ignoring his pleading and knowing that she wouldn’t break if she saw him again. She would stay strong.
She felt good.
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