A few extra hours after work? Sure, why not! An annoying phone call becomes a nightmare. |
The ringing broke my concentration. Claire apparently forgot to turn off the phones. I ignored the shrill, until it became obvious the caller wasn't giving up. Frustrated, I walked to the other desk, and politely answered, "Hello, Accounts Receivable. I'm sorry, but our office is closed..." "Oh, yes, I know." The too soft, too smooth, voice sent a chill down my spine. I stammered, "Iffff... you call back in the morning, Jeff will assist you." The man snickered, "Oh, I definitely don't want Jeff... I want you." The hair stood up on the back of my neck. "You drive the blue compact. WSU Alumni plates." I froze. "The girl with the curly blonde hair. You'll do nicely," he breathed, as if to himself. "I'll just be outside waiting. No rush." The dial tone blared. I stood, hoping someone would jump out and scream, "Gotcha," but I knew this wasn't a joke. I grabbed a large stapler, and scanned the room. Panicked, I ran to my desk and dialed. "911. What is the nature of your emergency?" I related the entire disturbing conversation. The operator asked some questions then stated, "An officer is 9 minutes away. Please stay inside, don't hang up." Shaking with fear, I clutched my keys and purse, as she tried reassuring me with comforting words. Impatiently, I asked, "Can I go to the front door?" When I explained I'd put her on hold and get the call at the switchboard she relented. I cautiously navigated the cubicles until I reached the open lobby, then I sprinted towards reception. I jumped at the knock, but seeing the officer eased my nerves. Ignoring the phone, I unlocked the door. "I'm so glad to see you!" He smile, and held the door open. "No worries. Remember, I said, 'No rush.'" |