John calls a receptionist named Miss Snow looking for Michael's contact info to follow up on a life insurance request. Miss Snow won't give out the cell number, only the home number. The call ends without resolution.
Hello? Hi, Miss Snow?
Yes?
Hi, this is John. Is Michael around? No. Okay. Do you know— I don't know, maybe it was you. One of y'all sent in a request about the life insurance. Was that you or Michael?
I have no idea what's going on.
When will he be back? I'll call him later. Do you know when he's home?