~Grace~
"Busy? Busy?" he mimics, his voice rising to an angry edge. "He thinks he can dismiss me like a servant? Like a fly?"
He jabs the screen again, hitting redial with a vengeance. I sit in the suffocating silence of the hall, the only sound the mocking ring... ring... ring... of the dial tone. On the sixth ring, it goes straight to voicemail.
Gerald's face goes from flushed red to a pale, vibrating white. He tries again. This time, it doesn't even ring. The call is declined instantly.
"Is he going to ignore me again? Again!?" Gerald roars, the sound echoing off the damp stone walls. He hurls the phone against the far wall. It doesn't shatter; there is barely a scratch to it as he rushes over to pick it up.
"Oh my terrible temper!" He smacks his hands on his forehead.
