Daunting Reality

2. The Solution

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Probably, no one heard the phone ringing or no one bothered to move their butt from wherever they were standing and come pick up the receiver. My ears didn't register any sound coming from the end of the line.

I put the hand holding the newspaper on my hip and waited a few minutes more, hoping that someone was there and this was not some kind of a stupid, childish joke. If it was, then I could not comprehend how I failed to recognize it from the start. It was the first time when I was doing this kind of thing, but now I started to think that it was better for me to put the telephone receiver down, put my jacket on and go out searching for new jobs... again. Even though this was a waste of time.

I clicked my tongue and shook my head slightly.

'Okay, no more of this.' I thought, sighing, but still gripping the thing tighter in my hand. I pressed it to my ear for the last time, but when I was about to hang up, a male voice responded.

"Reynolds' Residence. How may I help you?" I froze with my hand in mid air and I widened my eyes in surprise.

I hissed a short, victorious 'yes' through my teeth before I put the receiver back to my ear, and then I spoke on a kind of neutral voice.

"Erm, yes. Hello. I just saw Adrian Reynolds' announcement in today's newspaper. I was wondering if I could talk to him about, um, it." Formal tone, but not so perfect composure. It was almost nothing that could indicate to the person from the end of the line the turmoil that I was sheltering in my head, even though I could barely hide the trill in my voice. I didn't know any better ways to approach this situation, so I decided just to unleash my imagination and say whatever idea came in my mind.

"I'm sorry, but Mr Reynolds is a little busy right now." said the same voice again. "Please leave a message and he will contact you after he's finished."

"Oh, um, okay. My name is Melanie Houston. Please tell him that I need to talk to him urgently, so he should call as soon as he can." I said, a little unsure of what I should have told the man about me.

A soon as the response was about to came, I heard some strange noises and yells from his side of line.

"Tommy, get back here!" Then the sound of a metal hitting the floor filled my ears. A little boy started crying.