Excerpt #3
Oh, God,
it was him, the bastard who had upset the switchboard operators and bellowed
through the lobby loudly enough to alert all five boroughs. At three o’clock in
the morning, asking for room service. Unbelievable.
Amanda
leaned back in her chair. Her stomach was tightening inexplicably. “I’m sorry,”
she said finally, when she could control her voice. “Room service closes at
midnight.”
There
was a pause. “Oh. What time is it now?”
She
looked at her watch. “Ten after three.”
Another
pause. He seemed to be thinking that over. Well, let him. The small desk lamp
at her elbow cast only a faint yellow light, and the switchboard was quiet. She
hadn’t spoken to anyone in almost two hours. “Then whom am I speaking to?”
“I’m
the night operator. This is the main switchboard.”
“Well,
main switchboard, you must all sound alike down there. I could swear I talked
to you earlier tonight.”
Well,
how about that. “You’ve got a good ear, 704. I was on duty earlier.”
“Good
Lord. How long are the shifts around here?”
“Eight
hours for everybody else. I’m working a double today.” A red light was flicking
on somewhere else. “Can you hold a moment?”
“I’m
not going anywhere.”
“Okay.”
She dealt with the other call, an elderly man asking for directions to a
building in Greenwich Village. It took a long while, not only to explain, but
to repeat at the top of her lungs and spell out the names of several streets.
She was surprised to see the light still flashing when she was finished. She
thought the creep might have hung up.
She
pushed the button for 704. “Sorry. You were saying?”
“No,
main switchboard, you were saying. About working sixteen hours in a row.
Why? You own stock in the place?”
“Maybe.”
She sensed encouragement in the silence and decided to plunge on. “Maybe I just
love it here.”
“I
guess you do. But I hope you’re well compensated.”
Trust
a man to think of money first. “That’s not my major concern.”
“Glad
to hear it.”
Okay,
enough’s enough. It’s been a long day, made even longer by him. No reason to
shoot the breeze with this guy. “Excuse me, I have other callers. Sorry I
couldn’t help you.”
She
thought she heard an odd, disjointed chuckle at the other end, but dismissed it
as impossible. Spoiled babies don’t laugh; they have gas attacks. That’s what
she was probably hearing.
“Well,
better luck with them.” His voice dripped sarcasm.
“Look,
if you’d called earlier—”
“Absolutely.
My fault entirely, for falling asleep after a cross-country flight, a time
change, and a screw-up in hotel administration, not to mention business
meetings all day. Forget I even mentioned it.” The phone clicked off in her
ear.
She
sat for some moments before she noticed she was trembling. This was the second
time he’d undermined her—and it bothered her.
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5 comments:
Oh, this looks so good. I have to buy your book now. Off to Amazon.
Funny, that's how I felt about your book! And it's the best comment any author could ever hear! Hope you had a great day here, Hayson!
I hope you had a great day here as well, Susan. I am looking forward to your book arriving from Amazon Prime. Yay.
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