Alana | Jared
"Hey, it's Jared. Leave a message after the beep."
Beep.
"Hey, it's me, Alana. Your voicemail's pretty boring and simple. Who says 'Hey, it's Jared'? People would usually be like 'Hey, I'm busy or I don't like you that's why I'm not picking up'. Okay, well, I didn't call to talk about that. I was going to talk about what I found out when I called earlier and you ungraciously cut the call."
"I talked to my dad about you. I'm sorry about my father did to yours. I don't know how this business thing works but it was awful that he betrayed your dad, his partner. He took over the company, and yes, I know I've benefitted from the money he made that should have been your dad's too. I'm ashamed of what he did. He is too. He wasn't the best father, but sometimes he tried. I'm not defending him or asking you to forg-"
"Hey, it's Jared. Leave a message after the beep,"
Beep.
"Sorry, the time was up. So I was saying...wait what was I saying? Shit damn, I forgot. Damn it, voicemail. Why can't I just do this properly?"
Click.
"Hey, it's Jared. Leave a message after the beep,"
Beep.
"It's me again. So I just remembered what I was going to say. Yeah, so I'm not trying to get you to forgive him. I'd be livid too if I were you...which I'm not, so yeah. Ugh. I don't know what you want me to say about this. Because you're mad at my dad. Not me. So, why am I getting the cold shoulder? Call me back please, now that you have my number."
Click.
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