Son of a Boss
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Last published Mon, Oct 3, 2022
"Who? Who is it?" I ask again, only to be answered with sighs. Just when I proceed to hang up the phone for the third time, he speaks.
"What are you doing to me, Rosalind?"
"What?", I frown in confusion.
"Look at the damn clock. It's three in the morning. Why can't I just get you out of my head and sleep in peace?"
"Excuse me?", I yell furiously. "Who is this speaking?"
Another exhausted sigh is heard from the other side of the phone. "It's Suveer, son of your boss.", he sounds irritated, as if he isn't in the mood for a conversation at this hour of the night. "Just listen, okay? I want you to get out of my head and let me fucking sleep."
The telephone receiver slides off of my hand in pure fright. In no way my mysterious caller is the son of my boss.
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