"Can you stop it?"
"What?" Elias gripped the edge of the counter. "What 'uh oh'?"
Hi everyone,
Elias waited, watching the clock on his blank phone mock him. 10:00 AM. The client would be calling soon. He felt phantom vibrations in his pocket—the ghost of a ringtone that couldn't play.
Missed Call: Unknown Number. Voicemail Received. invalid sim card
His stomach dropped. The client.
"It’s my phone!" Elias shouted, drawing stares from the open-plan office. "I pay the bill! I’m me!" "Can you stop it
"Yeah," Elias said, walking toward the door. "But maybe not today."