Disconnected...Discontented

Toon toon...she'd been unceremoniously dismissed - again - by the call being disconnected. Angry, she flipped the phone shut. This was the third time in the day he'd hung up on her. She wanted to catch hold of him and shake him till his teeth rattled in his empty head.

It's work, he told her. Should she believe it?She told him work comes first, but secretly she wondered if it was really who he said it was. Was it actually work? But if it was, and he was the boss, couldn't he tell them to hold on for a minute and say bye to her and properly end the call like a civilised person?

She wondered what it was that allowed him to treat her this way. When did she give him the right to treat her like a doormat?Where did he get off seeking answers from her to questions other women/other people asked him?"I'm not going to allow him to do this again to me", she said to herself, grinding her teeth by way of a promise. The next time he calls, I shall give him a piece of my mind and ensure he ends the call civilly.

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Toon toooooooon...she'd been unceremoniously dismissed - again - by the call being disconnected.