She walks upstairs and looks at me. “He’s offering a holiday or something.” “Hang up,” I whisper. She hands me the phone. I press the button.
The phone rings a second time. I press the button twice, quickly.
The phone rings. I press the button and listen. I can hear people talking in the background. Eventually somebody says “at least you could have the decency to say you’re not interested.” “Sorry, I’m just not interested,” I reply, and hang up.
Fuck you too.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in the past few years, it’s that my spare time is a precious thing.