For middleowens | Voicemail fail
Mark read over James' text message five times before he could let it sink in. It was simple, to the point, but Mark knew exactly what the fuck it meant. He sighed and flicked through the now closed case file he had in front of him, cursing softly under his breath. Picking up the phone on his desk, he dialled in the cell phone number at the top of the client details sheet. He was breaking the rules, but he owed it to her. When did he ever not break he rules anyway?
"Hey, Ms Kane? This is Mark. Mark Campbell, from the law firm. Your law firm. I just... I don't really make it a habit of contacting clients by their personal numbers unless they ask me, but it's important I do. Anyway, I think I'm going to have to take a raincheck on that drink I promised you. I don't want you to think it's because I don't want to or I'm bailing or anything, because I promise it's not that. It's a family crisis. And I realise as that comes out of my mouth that sounds like a line, but it's the truth. It's seriously a family crisis. My kid brother has... well, he's not a kid per se, he's over thirty, but he's a kid in my head. A stupid, stupid moron of a kid, and I mean that with all the love in the world. Anyway, he's in a crisis. A stupid crisis, and I need to go bail him out, only I don't think it's possible to bail him out because he's really made a dick of himself. With his dick. Anyway, TMI. I need to go pick him up because he has health issues and I get worried and I can't lose him... again. Shit. Anyway, I thought with you being a sister and all you would understand, so can we take a rain--" He got cut off with a loud beep as the voicemail ended before he could finish.
"FUCK!" he swore loudly, staring at the phone in his hand. He considered calling back, but that would just mean he would make an even bigger asshole of himself than he already did. He hastily shoved the phone back in the cradle, deciding that message alone probably meant he would never see her again anyway. What the fuck made him think telling her his life story in a voicemail was going to solve anything? "Goddamn it, Jim, you're going to be the death of me," he mumbled, pushing out of his desk chair to go rescue his flesh and blood.
"Hey, Ms Kane? This is Mark. Mark Campbell, from the law firm. Your law firm. I just... I don't really make it a habit of contacting clients by their personal numbers unless they ask me, but it's important I do. Anyway, I think I'm going to have to take a raincheck on that drink I promised you. I don't want you to think it's because I don't want to or I'm bailing or anything, because I promise it's not that. It's a family crisis. And I realise as that comes out of my mouth that sounds like a line, but it's the truth. It's seriously a family crisis. My kid brother has... well, he's not a kid per se, he's over thirty, but he's a kid in my head. A stupid, stupid moron of a kid, and I mean that with all the love in the world. Anyway, he's in a crisis. A stupid crisis, and I need to go bail him out, only I don't think it's possible to bail him out because he's really made a dick of himself. With his dick. Anyway, TMI. I need to go pick him up because he has health issues and I get worried and I can't lose him... again. Shit. Anyway, I thought with you being a sister and all you would understand, so can we take a rain--" He got cut off with a loud beep as the voicemail ended before he could finish.
"FUCK!" he swore loudly, staring at the phone in his hand. He considered calling back, but that would just mean he would make an even bigger asshole of himself than he already did. He hastily shoved the phone back in the cradle, deciding that message alone probably meant he would never see her again anyway. What the fuck made him think telling her his life story in a voicemail was going to solve anything? "Goddamn it, Jim, you're going to be the death of me," he mumbled, pushing out of his desk chair to go rescue his flesh and blood.