[ Donning a freshly cleaned haircut and a new navy suit, Clyteus waits for an elevator. One hand holds short cup of caffeine in the hand also holding his phone to ear, briefcase clutched in the other. ]
That meeting could have been an email. [ He complains with a sigh to the vice president next to him while he listens to the line trill. As if the little man would do anything but laugh and agree with someone like Clay. ]
Come on.. pick up, siren. [ A much quieter sigh as the phone trills for a fourth time. He pulls from his ear to confirm he’s calling the cell for “Cadence Laine” and not a misdial. ]
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That meeting could have been an email. [ He complains with a sigh to the vice president next to him while he listens to the line trill. As if the little man would do anything but laugh and agree with someone like Clay. ]
Come on.. pick up, siren. [ A much quieter sigh as the phone trills for a fourth time. He pulls from his ear to confirm he’s calling the cell for “Cadence Laine” and not a misdial. ]