Chapter 5: The Call
"Mr. Thompson, you have a call on line one." "Thank you, Beverly. Hello?" "Yes, is this Mr. Thompson?" "Speaking." "My name is Helen Byron, and I was wondering if you had a Caucasian baby in the market." "Of course." "Yes, well my husband and I would be willing to pay a large some of money for a Caucasian baby, preferably a girl, with green eyes." "Yes, I think one just arrived today. I'll be sure to have her ready in no time." "That's great. We'll be waiting for your call." "Ugh ugh," he grunted as he hung the phone back up. He didn't normally take calls, but he had known Helen in high school, and knew about her fertility problem. So, he made an exception, and handled their case personally. He had heard that an exceptionally nice looking baby had came in recently, and knew that she would be sold immediately. Which, she was about to be.
"Mr. Thompson, you have a call on line one." "Thank you, Beverly. Hello?" "Yes, is this Mr. Thompson?" "Speaking." "My name is Helen Byron, and I was wondering if you had a Caucasian baby in the market." "Of course." "Yes, well my husband and I would be willing to pay a large some of money for a Caucasian baby, preferably a girl, with green eyes." "Yes, I think one just arrived today. I'll be sure to have her ready in no time." "That's great. We'll be waiting for your call." "Ugh ugh," he grunted as he hung the phone back up. He didn't normally take calls, but he had known Helen in high school, and knew about her fertility problem. So, he made an exception, and handled their case personally. He had heard that an exceptionally nice looking baby had came in recently, and knew that she would be sold immediately. Which, she was about to be.
