Andrew sat at a desk on the twelve floor of the north Trade Center. He stared emotionlessly out the window. The streets were pretty empty, as it was late at night. He let out a shaky sigh. He knew what was coming. He switched his attention to a phone number in front of him. He knew he should call. If he had his choice, he wouldn't call, but that would mess up everything with the plan. He hesitantly picked up the phone and dialed the number. It rang two times, and was then picked up. Andrew sucked in a deep breath.
"Hello?" he heard a female voice answer on the other end of the phone.
"Is this Chloe?" the blonde haired angel asked.
"Yes, it is," Chloe answered.
"This is Andrew. I will be interviewing you tomorrow. I'm sorry for calling so late, but David, you boss, said you wouldn't be getting in till late," Andrew explained, without taking a breath,
"Oh, it's okay. Yeah, I just got in from Boston. Where do I have to go tomorrow?" she asked in a friendly voice.
"It's in the north Trade Center building, the twelve floor, room 16," Andrew said.
"I know where that is. Still at 8:30 right?"
"Yeah. I think that's all you need to know. By the way, I heard that you were pregnant. Congratulations," Andrew said happily, trying to lighten his own mood.
"Yes, I am. Thank you!" she chirped happily.
"You're welcome. Good luck," he said.
"Thanks. I'm sorry to be so rude, but I really need to get some sleep for tomorrow," she said, mad at herself for being so inconsiderate.
"It's okay. I'll see you at 8:30. Good-bye," Andrew replied.
"Bye," Chloe said. Andrew waited until Chloe hung up before hanging up his own phone. He stared at the phone for a moment. He thought about how Monica, Gloria, and Tess were doing on their assignments. He knew they were staying in a hotel in Boston in town. He looked at the phone once more and decided to call them. He dialed in the phone number and room number so the desk clerk didn't answer. He hoped that they were still up. The phone rang once before someone picked it up.
"Hello?" the voice said. The Irish accent was obviously Monica. He smiled, and then spoke up.
"Hi Monica. It's Andrew," Andrew told her.
"Andrew, hi!" she screeched, "Oops, I shouldn't do that. Gloria and Tess are asleep," she said, more quietly this time.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. If you were asleep..." Andrew started.
"No, I was awake. It's okay," she interrupted. She smiled.
"I just called to see how your assignment is going," he said. Monica's smile turned sad as she thought about it. She paused for a moment. Andrew could tell something was wrong.
"Well, I'm not really sure how it's going. Alan seems to think there's nothing wrong. He acts so happy," she paused once more, "what about Chloe?"
"I've only talked to her once. She seems happy about everything. I just…" he trailed. Monica felt tears weld up in her eyes.
"I know Andrew. Tess told me she's going to die tomorrow," she said, allowing the tears to make their way down her cheeks.
"Baby, I know you're crying, but please don't. I know it makes you sad, but please try to stay strong," he said, lovingly.
"I'll try Andrew," she said, trying to reassure Andrew, as well as herself.
"Get some sleep Angel girl. We have a busy day tomorrow," he said.
"I know. I love you Andrew," she said, still crying.
"I love you too," he said. He hung up the phone and walked out of the building and caught a cab to his hotel. After climbing some stairs, he got to his room. He plopped down heavily in his bed and was soon in a peaceful slumber.
"Hello?" he heard a female voice answer on the other end of the phone.
"Is this Chloe?" the blonde haired angel asked.
"Yes, it is," Chloe answered.
"This is Andrew. I will be interviewing you tomorrow. I'm sorry for calling so late, but David, you boss, said you wouldn't be getting in till late," Andrew explained, without taking a breath,
"Oh, it's okay. Yeah, I just got in from Boston. Where do I have to go tomorrow?" she asked in a friendly voice.
"It's in the north Trade Center building, the twelve floor, room 16," Andrew said.
"I know where that is. Still at 8:30 right?"
"Yeah. I think that's all you need to know. By the way, I heard that you were pregnant. Congratulations," Andrew said happily, trying to lighten his own mood.
"Yes, I am. Thank you!" she chirped happily.
"You're welcome. Good luck," he said.
"Thanks. I'm sorry to be so rude, but I really need to get some sleep for tomorrow," she said, mad at herself for being so inconsiderate.
"It's okay. I'll see you at 8:30. Good-bye," Andrew replied.
"Bye," Chloe said. Andrew waited until Chloe hung up before hanging up his own phone. He stared at the phone for a moment. He thought about how Monica, Gloria, and Tess were doing on their assignments. He knew they were staying in a hotel in Boston in town. He looked at the phone once more and decided to call them. He dialed in the phone number and room number so the desk clerk didn't answer. He hoped that they were still up. The phone rang once before someone picked it up.
"Hello?" the voice said. The Irish accent was obviously Monica. He smiled, and then spoke up.
"Hi Monica. It's Andrew," Andrew told her.
"Andrew, hi!" she screeched, "Oops, I shouldn't do that. Gloria and Tess are asleep," she said, more quietly this time.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. If you were asleep..." Andrew started.
"No, I was awake. It's okay," she interrupted. She smiled.
"I just called to see how your assignment is going," he said. Monica's smile turned sad as she thought about it. She paused for a moment. Andrew could tell something was wrong.
"Well, I'm not really sure how it's going. Alan seems to think there's nothing wrong. He acts so happy," she paused once more, "what about Chloe?"
"I've only talked to her once. She seems happy about everything. I just…" he trailed. Monica felt tears weld up in her eyes.
"I know Andrew. Tess told me she's going to die tomorrow," she said, allowing the tears to make their way down her cheeks.
"Baby, I know you're crying, but please don't. I know it makes you sad, but please try to stay strong," he said, lovingly.
"I'll try Andrew," she said, trying to reassure Andrew, as well as herself.
"Get some sleep Angel girl. We have a busy day tomorrow," he said.
"I know. I love you Andrew," she said, still crying.
"I love you too," he said. He hung up the phone and walked out of the building and caught a cab to his hotel. After climbing some stairs, he got to his room. He plopped down heavily in his bed and was soon in a peaceful slumber.