Annabelle Linton sounded tired, her voice faint. "What does it matter if I know him or not? If you don't know what to do with him, take him to the embassy. If they won't take him, just toss him out onto the street.
I have nothing to do with him. Even if I did, I wouldn't go. Got it? Don't call me again."
"Get lost! All of you, get lost! You're all just like that heartless bitch, Annabelle Linton! Not a single one of you is any good! Now get lost! CRASH! BANG—"
Annabelle had barely finished speaking when Leona Grant's furious roar, followed by the sound of things smashing, erupted from the phone.
"Shit, he's breaking stuff again! Somebody, help! We need help over here!" the student worker yelled, then hurriedly spoke to Annabelle Linton. "Miss Linton, please, I'm sorry to bother you, but this job isn't easy for me. I'm begging you, please just come and take him home."
With that, he hastily hung up the phone.
'Heartless and cruel?'
