All clear.
You relax, and take a swig of gin. It burns, slightly, as you swish it around your palate. You swallow, feeling refreshed, if a little lightheaded.
The hold music stops.
Damn.
A woman's voice answers. She'd probably sound sultry to you, if you didn't already know that this wasn't a 900 number. Also, if you weren't drinking at the office. But that's another issue altogether.
"Hello, this is 911." The operator sounds harried. "What seems to be the problem?"
You quickly try and recall what it was you were calling about.
"I'm about to blow up my office, and I just wanted to give you the heads up."
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