"It's destined to be an uneasy day today," Jimmy thought, as he prepared to leave early in the afternoon. His phone rang. He glanced at it and picked it up, "Speak."
"Mr. Yang, is this a convenient time?" Charon's voice came through, devoid of any particular emotion, but then again, he usually spoke like that.
Jimmy: "In 15 minutes."
Charon: "Alright, I'll call back later."
Jimmy put away his phone, glancing at the time, and sat back down. This was unusual; Charon typically didn't call during the day.
When the end of the workday arrived, Jimmy went to the parking lot and drove away from Federal Square. The phone rang punctually, "Mr. Yang, is this a good time now?"
Jimmy: "Yeah, go ahead."
Charon: "We've just received news that someone has paid to purchase your intelligence. The manager asked me to remind you."
Jimmy: "Can I know who it is?"
Charon: "Sorry, I don't think so."
Jimmy: "Thanks. I'll keep an eye out."
Charon: "Goodbye, sir."
