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a n n o n y m o u s | a a d a

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a n n o n y m o u s | a a d a

  "Hi! My names Aada, I'm calling to let you know that you've just won a free trip to one of our suites in the Bahamas!"

  "...."

   "Hello?"

  "Piss off and take me off your lists now."

"Only If you would've said please.."

"Hell no."

"Then no can do. Plus if I take you off the lists, It'd loose me my job."

"Not my problem, I don't want anything to do with you people."

"I'm sorry sir but thats not my problem either. If you don't min-"

"For Pete's sake women."

"—d, the trips expenses are all going to be paid by our corporation. If only you'd give me your full name and social security number."

"Social security number? You think I'd be that stupid?"

"Hey, was worth a shot carrot bread."

I snickered. I hadn't had an entertaining call in the last weeks. All day long I've been sitting at my desk, paper work piling higher and higher. Save the trees, huh? I don't think the managers here have ever heard of that. The clock ticks on the wall and I swear it's slowing down.

The office was painted a marble grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. I hadn't noticed how beautiful it looked.

My office was in a state of half organized clutter. On the grey desk sat a computer, a notebook lying open with nothing but doodles, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. Few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the floor. An old charcoal black phone in the tip of my desk with a list of numbers to call.

Yes, I had an overly annoying job. But it did pay enough for me to support my family. I had only gotten this part-time job because of my step-dads persuasive ways but I'm far too young.

The number I'd just called popped up on the screen. I answered expecting the guys snarky comebacks but instead I heard a sigh

"Please."

"I'll think about it."

"Oh my g-"

"Oh my g-"

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