Cigar in mouth, Byron leant back in his seat, letting the smoke roll around his mouth for a moment before exhaling in a deep sigh. Another day, another plethora of trivial things that needed his attention. But now he had a chance to kick back for a little while.
Still, he found himself eyeing the phone on his desk, thinking back to that evening Jackie had shown him around her clinic. A team should have been out there to get those cameras set up for her at this point… perhaps he should give her a call. Keep up a good rapport and all that.
“Ey, Gus. We’ve got the number for that Jacqueline woman who runs the clinic, right? Get her on the line.”
Gus obliged, pulling the number up and keying it into the phone, and Byron waited while it rang.
( @jackies-stylish-sutures )
In her office, Jackie was going through some paperwork when the phone rang. She waited for one of her interns downstairs in the lobby to answer it. It rang once, then twice… by the third ring Jackie was furious. “Odd damn it, do I have to do everything myself?!” As she picked up the phone her tone of voice immediately changed to a much chipper tune. “Jacqueline’s Sylish Sutures, where we turn ugly to fab with just a few stabs. How may I assist you, darling~?”
“Ah, Jackie. It’s Byron, here. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important. Just thought I’d check in with you. Hopefully someone’s come by to get those security cameras set up for you by now. I trust they’re doing the job well?”
