It was around nine o'clock in the evening when the phone started to ring. Joe remained seated for several seconds before hoisting himself from his leather chair, and making his way across the room. He always found it frustrating that people rang him during the only time of his day in which he could relax, and had purposely moved the phone out of the living room, to deter him from answering it. Nevertheless, this strategy had failed to work, and only succeeded in aggravating him more. The phone was lying on the desk next to a perfectly organised tower of paper work. Joe carefully reached ov…
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