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Chapter 7, have fun.
"I'm sorry, but she's not allowed to take personal calls from the company's phone." The receptionist said with a robotic voice.
Chloe was getting stressed. Things would be so much easier if the receptionist cooperated with her.
"Look, Kimmy-Jim, I really need to talk to Beca. It's urgent!" Chloe said with a loud voice.
"She's not allowed to take personal calls from the company's phone." The receptionist repeated.
"I know." Chloe said frustrated. "You've been telling me that for the past ten minutes. But I really need to talk to her!"
"I'm going to hang up."
"You can't just hang up on me, I'm still…" Chloe heard the click of the phone. "…Talking."
"You're playing with the wrong ginger, missy." Chloe said angrily as she dialed Beca's office again.
"HOW DARE YOU HANG UP ON ME?" Chloe yelled not even waiting for the receptionist to answer it. She could feel all her coworkers staring at her.
"I would appreciate if you stop yelling at the phone." Were the first words Chloe heard Kimmy-Jim saying. "And stop calling. I have work to do, different from some people, apparently."
"Listen up, miss smarty-pants receptionist, I…"
Click. Kimmy-Jim had hung up again.
Chloe wanted to throw something on the wall. Or even hurt someone really badly, even though she hated violence. That only showed how much she was angry with Beca's office receptionist.
She dialed the record label again.
"I want to talk to Barb." Chloe said tired. "I like her more than I like you."
"Barb is not here." She said with her robotic tone again.
Nice, Chloe thought. The only time she would be happy talking to Bologna Barb and she wasn't even there. Or so said Kimmy-Jim, at least.
"Anything else?"
"Yes." Chloe was rubbing her temples. "I. Need. To. Speak. With. Beca." She said slowly.
"Why don't you call her cell phone?"
"Don't you think I've already tried it?" Chloe asked discontent. "Or do you really think I enjoy talking to you on the phone that much?"
"I can't let you talk to her. It's the office's rules."
"Look," Chloe was exhausted. "if you don't let me talk to her, I'll keep calling, and calling, and calling, time after time until YOU LET ME SPEAK TO HER."
"You shouldn't yell. Please wait a second."
Chloe thought she would connect her to Beca and got relieved, but then she realized Kimmy-Jim had told her to wait because she was talking to someone else on the other side. She snorted and started listening to the conversation, just because she still needed to wait. Luckily, she recognized the voice of the person talking to Kimmy-Jim.
"BECA!" She shouted with all her might, not even worrying about what her boss would think of all that noise she was making. "KIMMY-JIM, GIVE THE PHONE TO HER RIGHT NOW."
"I'm sorry but she's not allowed to take personal phone calls…"
"Hello?" It was Beca's voice.
"Beca!" Chloe was all relief. "Thank god."
"You're not allowed to do that, Beca." Chloe could hear Kimmy-Jim saying.
"Yeah, I'll take the consequences." Beca told the receptionist and Chloe could feel her friend rolling the eyes. "What's up, Chlo?"
"Why aren't you answering your cell phone?" Chloe asked getting relaxed now that she was finally talking to Beca.
"I forgot it at home, I guess."
"What? Did you leave the apartment late again?"
"Huh…" Chloe noticed she was trying to hide something. "The neighbor showed up and my morning ended all messed up."
"Which neighbor are you talking about? Was that Mrs. Abrams?" Chloe asked worried.
"No. Jesus." Beca sounded like having fun. "I thought you'd already gotten over that cat thing."
"I still have nightmares about it." Chloe sighed.
"You're ridiculous, you know."
"So, if it wasn't Mrs. Abrams, who showed up then?"
"The next door nerd neighbor did." Beca said and Chloe knew something had happened and Beca wasn't telling her.
"You're hiding something, aren't you?" Chloe smiled. "I can feel you are nervous."
"What the…? Was that why you called me? And made KJ here hate more than usual?"
"I already told not to call me like that." Chloe could hear Kimmy-Jim's robotic tone of voice.
"Oh, right. No, that wasn't the reason. I was gonna invite you for lunch with me and Stacie. There's something I'd like to ask you two."
"I still wanna know what happened, though." Chloe complemented.
"Nothing happened, idiot."
"Yeah, right. I know you, Mitchell."
"You're telling me at lunch."
"I didn't say I was going."
"See ya at the usual restaurant!" Chloe hung up before Beca could argue.
Two chapters in a row!