The one with lots of staring...

“Good Morning, Ali!” Anna answered the call.

“Good Morning, Anna. Where are you? When will you be reaching the office?” Alira inquired.

“I am at Neil’s house-”

“Neil Fetham! For real? What are you doing there?” Ali’s voice became all squeaky.

Anna giggled, as this reaction, of Alira, matched exactly with what she was anticipating. Calming her overly-excited and a wee bit worried friend down, she recounted the events of her morning.

“Hello?” Keeping her eyes shut, Anna answered the call without looking at the caller ID.

“Good Morning, Miss Manager!” Neil greeted, all chirpy.

Anna jolted up from the bed and looked at the wall clock. It was ten past seven in the morning. How can someone call another person this early in the morning? Her nose scrunched.

“Is everything fine, Miss Manager?” Neil queried.

“No, It’s just I wasn’t expecting a call this early in the morning.” she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“I am sorry about that Miss Manager. But I need your help.”