Well shit, I am going to Mali. I don't even have 24 hours. Patterson takes me to the government office himself to apply for a visa, while I desperately call my customers and tell them my business partner is going to send them a temporary replacement. My business partner is blowing up my phone. Patterson agrees to take my cat July in while I am gone. He also agrees to get my mail, check in on my house regularly, and make sure everything is safe.
Janis calls from an unknown number and I answer it. Pretty sneaky, Janis. She can hear the chaos in the background.
"I can't talk right now Janis."
"Are you at work?"
"No, listen I am hanging up."
"Wait, are you okay?"
"I'm fine there's an emergency with my volunteer project."
Then I realize who I am talking to and change my tone to be more compassionate.
"You should not be calling me. Please don't call me again. You are only hurting yourself."
Patrickson yells in the background at some poor government employee.
"He is leaving for Bamako tomorrow. It is an emergency."
I walk away from the chaos.
"Bye, Janis. Don't contact me again."
I hang up and move back to Patterson and the chaos.