What's My Name?

Fred had just hobbled over to his boss's side. But when Fred saw the incoming call on the screen, he was left feeling more confused. "It's just Charling. What's wrong–"

"You'll shut up and stay shut up if you know what's good for you!" Forde yelled with veins bulging from his neck. 

Doo, doo–

Forde hurriedly answered the phone. But he didn't speak…

… Three seconds passed. And a voice on the other line finally appeared. 

"Forde?"

Breathing steadily, Forde didn't let his broiling anger loose just yet. "... What is it this time, Charling?" 

"Good! This time, you've got the right number!"

Hearing the laughter of that interrupting voice, Forde all but growled as he spoke, "What the hell are you up to, you no-name bas–"

"No, no, no. I'm the one in charge now," that voice cut in with a chortle. "So either address me by name, or we have no deal and I turn all the prince's business records over to Prince Artor."