Three (Amy); Three A.M.
I groan softly as a harsh noise drags me from the peaceful slumber I had been enjoying. Guh. Alarm clock... I flap my hand around at my clock and hear it hit the floor. Still the noise persists. Hang on, phone... Who the fuck is calling me at - well I don't know what time it is because I've knocked my clock off - this time... If it's Heather I'm going to kill her! She has a habit of forgetting there's a time difference between England and America.
"Wurgh...?" I mumble when I finally find the damn phone. I hope the 'wurgh' sounded at last slightly like 'hello'.
"Hi! Is that Amy Hewitt?"
I sit bolt upright in bed, wide awake all of a sudden. I know that voice. I know that stupid voice far too well!
"Yes..." I say guardedly.
"Hi Ms Hewitt! It's Nina Williams here, from Fox Studios, I'm Mr Anderson's secretary!"
"Yes..." I know who the fuck you are you bloody annoying American bint!!! "Can I help?"
"Mr Anderson wants you to work for him again Ms Hewitt, so if you can be here for a meeting next Thursday at eleven? You've got our number haven't you? If not, it's-"
"Hang on!" I interrupt the irritatingly chirpy woman's flow of numbers. "Next Thursday at eleven?"
"Yes, and-"
"How am I expected to get over?" It's not like I'm rolling in money or anything!
"Mr Anderson will deal with your flight and ticket." she says it as if I should have known that, and am very bloody stupid for not knowing it. I force back a growl and/or many obscenities.
"Okay." I sigh. "Thursday at eleven. I've got your number!" I add hastily as the stupid cow tries to give it to me again. As a matter of fact I don't have the number, but I know I can get hold of it, should I need it.
"See you next Thursday then Ms Hewitt! Buh bye now!" She hangs up as I swear at her. I don't think she heard me. I sigh, putting my phone back down. I wonder what Anderson-The-Mutt wants with me this time.
A sudden surge of excitement fills me as I realise there's only one thing he wants me for - work! I refrain from cheering and shouting, so happy to have a job again, and pick up the phone again, using the card Heather bought me to dial her number and get through to America for free (well, for whatever it costs, but all costs go onto this card!).
"Hello, Heather speaking."
"Hello Mrs Burton." I tease.
"Amy! That's getting old!"
"Yeah? And? So're you, you'll be twenty eight on Friday, that's ancient!"
"Not as ancient as you!" Heather counters my tease with a laugh. "What's up? How come you're awake?"
"Bint-Woman called."
"Uh?"
"You know, the one at Fox." I remind her, shaking my head.
"Oh yeah! I remember her!"
"Spe'ial!" I tease, and I hear Heather pretend to growl, which just makes me laugh.
"Quiet you!" Heather grouches. "What's she want anyway?"
"Anderson-the-Mutt wants me at a meeting next week, so I'll be coming back over!"
"Cool! You staying with Cod and Torey - I mean - Todd and Corey-!" Too late. Both Heather and I are in hysterics at her mis-spoken names. Eventually I calm down enough to confirm I'll be calling them, then tell Heather I have to go back to sleep. We bid our farewells, after Heather makes me promise to go and visit her, and I hang up.
I wonder what's going to happen working at Fox this time? As long as it doesn't involve a lighting rig I'll be happy......... Wonder who I'm working with this time? Better not be Annette......!
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