Becca twists in her chair to accept the incoming call. Naturally, when she’s got reams of medical records to index, cross-index, Bates-stamp, and prepare for the boss to send to opposing counsel by end of day, the caller is just another idiot who believes his life story will convince her he’s entitled to a free lawyer.
She finally gets rid of him and turns back to her work and her deadline, only to hear Jane pipe up, “I’ve always hated those calls the worst.”
My god, does the woman have two cents about everything?
“Well, you don’t rank high enough to worry about it here,” Becca snaps. She sees the shocked hurt on Jane’s face and feels a surge of angry satisfaction.
This is a Six Sentence Stories installment from The Life and Times of Jane Doe. The cue was “rank.”
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