The phone rang for nearly a minute, before someone finally picked up.
"Thank you for calling Wetwork Cleaning Services. No matter how bad it seems, we get it clean, how can I help you?" A chipper young man asked.
A gruff older man coughed, "My son—"
"Ah, I'm sorry sir," The young man cut him off, "Please refer to our email communications to place orders of the type."
The older man groaned, "I lost access to my email. It's a long story, that's part of the reason I'm calling. Can't you just help me out, Isaac?"
Isaac typed on his loud mechanical keyboard for a few seconds before speaking again, "Mr. Moreau, under normal circumstances I would bring this call to a close and deactivating this number, but seeing as our company has a longstanding business relationship with you, I don't see why I can't assist you. I've just encrypted the line, talk in plain terms. What do you need from us?"
