"Hey."
"You called me?"
"Yes."
"No, I mean... you called me."
"Again, yes."
"But, I thought-"
"Look, I'm about to get on a really long flight and I'm not the best when it comes to flying and jet lag, so please don't put me in a bad mood before I even start my day, ok?"
"You sounded ok on Friday after you'd flown in."
"That's only because Jasmine gave me a sedative before getting on the flight."
"A sedative? She drugged you?"
"You make it sound so bad when you put it like that. I knew what I was taking."
"Yeah, still though. You took a sedative, Sophie."
"I'm a nervous flyer."
"Really?"
"Ok, your judgemental attitude is grating on me."
"When's your flight?"
"In about ten minutes."
"So, where are you now?"
"At the air field."
"Airfield, not airport?"
"Joys of being a spoilt brat, I guess."
"Ah, the private jet."
"Charlotte insisted. She's coming with us for a dress fitting and didn't fancy travelling twelve miles fromLondon to Heathrow. So instead, we're at Biggin Hill, which is fourteen miles from London. Because, you know, it's closer."
"Haha."
<<Why is he laughing? It is closer!>>
"-No, Charlotte, it isn't closer.- Anyway, they're just waiting for the go-ahead from the tower and then we can fly."
"What time do you arrive in New York?"
"About nine pm, local time."
"Back in work tomorrow?"
"Yep. I have a lot to do."
"Playing catch up after your weekend away?"
"Partly that but mostly something else."
"And what would that be?"
"Nothing that concerns you."
<<Sophie, they're ready for take off.>>
"Hey, Daniel? I have to switch my phone off now."
"Ok."
"I'll phone you tomorrow, ok?"
"You'll phone me?"
"We'll see."
"In a while, crocodile."
"Bye."
"Hey! Where's the baboon tonight?"
"Taking the night off. Bye, Daniel."
"Bye, Sophie."
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"Hello?" Pt. 1
Short StorySophie Delaney was just minding her own business seeing in the new year from the peacefulness of her own home. Until one wrong number call changed that. Daniel Whitaker is furious. Beyond furious. How dare his girlfriend cheat on him, and with his...
