The line was silent.

She hated these calls. Either the person realized they had the wrong number or changed their mind about calling. And, rather than politely explaining the situation, they simply hung up, making her feel foolish for having answered in the first place.

She rolled her eyes, and carried out her “empty line sequence”. This was her fallback plan for such instances, a reminder of her days back in the fully-staffed Scranton office. (Nobody would notice here.)

She counted to five silently, nodded twice, “hmm”-ed once, then said, “Of course. Have a nice day,” before hanging up.

Click.