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1stofficers_log October 16 2010, 02:05:39 UTC
The phone that rang on the other side of town was the sleek, sexy (and probably bitterly estranged) great-granddaughter of the monstrosity on Worth's desk; not even a half-inch thick, and not a protrusion or a sharp edge to sully her trendy aerodynamics.

The only reason that Worth did not have his own cautionary ringtone on Conrad's electronic lifemate was that Conrad, like so many people, was unaware that Worth's office was even wired for phone service, let alone actually had some kind of working telephone.

Most days, this would still not have been enough to trick Conrad into answering the phone. He did not ordinarily pick up for numbers that were 'unlisted'. He had spent quite a bit of time writing, rehearsing and recording a very eloquent (but to-the-point) message for potential clients, and Lord knew he barely liked talking to his friends on the telephone, never mind strangers. Most human interaction was what the internet and text messages were for. And so, like his mother before him, Conrad ascribed firmly to the belief that if it were important, they would leave a message.

But that particular day he was expecting a call anyway, and as it had been a rather unhappy week he didn't even think before he swiped his phone off of the desk and brought it to his ear.

God-finally-let's-just-get-this-over-wi---

“Hello, Conrad Achenleck speaking.”

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