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Zoe's Office Hours - April 12
Apr. 12th, 2006 03:47 pmZoe sits in her office, wishing for not the first time this afternoon that her death glare could travel through the phone line and smack the telemarketer to whom she's speaking.
"No, I'm not interested in a credit card, nor is this school. Do you even know who you're talking to?" She pauses. "How much money do we spend each month? I don't see how that's any of your business. And I'd have to check our records; off the top of my head, I don't know."
The sound of slime splattering from the ceiling onto Zoe is followed by a roughly muffled curse, and a bang as she slams the phone down onto the desk.
The door is open if anyone would like to drop by. Mock at your own peril!
"No, I'm not interested in a credit card, nor is this school. Do you even know who you're talking to?" She pauses. "How much money do we spend each month? I don't see how that's any of your business. And I'd have to check our records; off the top of my head, I don't know."
The sound of slime splattering from the ceiling onto Zoe is followed by a roughly muffled curse, and a bang as she slams the phone down onto the desk.
The door is open if anyone would like to drop by. Mock at your own peril!
