Ellen answered the next call that was in her queue. It was the last call before she could go to lunch. She was having a good morning so far and was two calls ahead of her daily quota.

“Telemarketers’ Union, Ellen speaking. How may I assist you?” she answered in an upbeat tone.

“Hello, Honey,” Rick said.

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Ellen was speechless.

“What do you want?” Ellen asked. “How did you get past the screening process?”

Ellen felt her face turn hot; she felt flushed when she got angry. Rick had no right to invade her workplace!

“Calm down, Ellie.”

Ellen needed to get Rick off the phone as soon as possible because her boss might be monitoring connections.

“Can I call you tonight?” Rick asked.

“No,” Ellen said as she severed the connection.