𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

The News

Roger

The call center woman conveyed the truth about babydoll not answering my calls. She was leaving. 

I was wrecking my brains for the doomed one sided sentiments I carried for her. I should have known better. I should have calculated that women like her and Stella would make anyone dance to their tunes if the matter was about minting money. Babydoll was not at fault. I was, for trusting a call center girl to care for me. I was blinded by her voice, her charm and her inclination towards things I liked.

I was the idiot to have unseen, I was fooled. 

After Stella, I should have leant from the branding of distrust on my chest which ached every time her ruse danced up in my thoughts. Mrs. Rose was right. I should have been more careful but I tossed away my cautionary gears and jumped off the cliff of trust. The fall broke my back, shattered my trust in the girl whom I assumed would not make me travel down the betrayal lane but alas, she did. 

I was nothing to her more than a highly paying customer. She was just another woman who was tagged along, played to my tunes for the minty green notes I tossed her way. In a way, I was the whore who sold out to her ruse. Her game with words. 

The incoming call was the jarring reminder of my decisions, an ill fated one in the wake of my curiosity. My attorney, George was elated. His voice was high pitched only when he got what he wanted, in turn, what I wanted. 

"The deal is done Roger. We have acquired the call center." He said, huffing like he was running a marathon with me on call. 

Frustration ran over me, I tossed around the piling stacks of filed over my table but no about of regret could get me what I wanted. "I don't want it anymore." I spoke in a stern manner, gritting my teeth at the thought of being played again. Being played by a call center woman. 

My mouth turned sour as the reminder of her leaving, rose up. It slid to become the rage I was used to. To the boiling hate I lugged for women who only cared for money. 

"What. But.. you said.." 

Sighing didn't help. It only made the pent up frustration soar up. "I know what I said. I am saying it now. Make it go away."

"But we can't. You signed the papers." George protested. His elation was not reduced to fumbling words as he tried fighting for a semblance of understanding on my chanced stance. 

What influence did that woman had on me that I thought of acquiring a call center. What was I fucking thinking? I was drunk on her to take a rational decision. Hooked on her mirage like a drug addict to evaluate the repercussions of my decision. After all this time, I should have known better.

"Fine." I gave up fighting with George. After all, he shouldn't be punished for the ill fated decision of mine. "How many employees are there?" I enquired, hoping some good would come out of this debacle.

"Thirty. Most of them are girls. And others are some people who have lost their jobs in recessions and had to take up this.."

I was tired already. Brandon's lawsuit, my lack of sleep and the recent news of Babydoll leaving her job, was hard on my sleep and food deprived body. My head hung backwards, leaning into the headrest on my chair. 

"I will get some teams to look into their background to see if they can be of help in our grievance call centers." I said. Salvaging the good out of a bad decision, I had to ensure my recklessness didn't cost someone their livelihood.

Before I could end the call, George called out and I hummed my presence. "Is everything alright?" 

My strong, fundamental following Roger inside my mind laughed at the pathetic state I found myself in, trusting the words of a call center woman, her nightly promises to always be available for me and her act of seducing me into accepting it as reality.