Warren woke blearily to the curtained sun seeping into his room, and rolled out of bed. Dressing quickly, he skipped breakfast momentarily to duck into Jean's open office and use the phone. Dialing the all too familiar number, he was greeted with the automatic message.
"Hello, You've reached Worthington Industries, at our downtown office. If you-" He cut the automated woman off, dialing his inbox code, followed by a four digit password. No new messages. Sighing, he hung up, calling Jason at his front desk.
"Good morning, Worthington Industries. How may I help you?" Warren admired how cheery the man could be all the time.
"Good morning, Jason."
"Mr. Worthingtong- How are you? Your father was looking for you this morning, he said something about needing another chat with you..."
"Yes, I'm in trouble again." Warren replied lightly, and Jason tisked.
"Well, I have a message here for you from Mark Cohen- he called last night, at around 11. Sounded quite excited... He left his home number-" Jason continued, and Warren wrote the number on the inside of his arm, for a lack of paper he dared to touch amidst Jean's carefully stacked piles.
"Yes- Got it. Thank you, Jason. I'll be gone for a few days- Yes, I'm visiting the Mansion. Everyone's fine. Thank you. Yes, you too." He hung up, smiling to himself as he picked up the phone again and dialed Mark's home number. The phone rang a few times, then clicked to the answering machine. Warren sighed, having hoped to get a hold of him right away.
It took him a moment to realize he had almost missed the beep, with the short message recording or two men shouting "Speak!" in singsong voices passing quickly.
"Oh- Mark, it's Warren. I got your message, and I'd like you to come meet some of the people ou'll be filming. Hopefully you'll get this sometime today, you can call me on my cell phone-"
"Hello, You've reached Worthington Industries, at our downtown office. If you-" He cut the automated woman off, dialing his inbox code, followed by a four digit password. No new messages. Sighing, he hung up, calling Jason at his front desk.
"Good morning, Worthington Industries. How may I help you?" Warren admired how cheery the man could be all the time.
"Good morning, Jason."
"Mr. Worthingtong- How are you? Your father was looking for you this morning, he said something about needing another chat with you..."
"Yes, I'm in trouble again." Warren replied lightly, and Jason tisked.
"Well, I have a message here for you from Mark Cohen- he called last night, at around 11. Sounded quite excited... He left his home number-" Jason continued, and Warren wrote the number on the inside of his arm, for a lack of paper he dared to touch amidst Jean's carefully stacked piles.
"Yes- Got it. Thank you, Jason. I'll be gone for a few days- Yes, I'm visiting the Mansion. Everyone's fine. Thank you. Yes, you too." He hung up, smiling to himself as he picked up the phone again and dialed Mark's home number. The phone rang a few times, then clicked to the answering machine. Warren sighed, having hoped to get a hold of him right away.
It took him a moment to realize he had almost missed the beep, with the short message recording or two men shouting "Speak!" in singsong voices passing quickly.
"Oh- Mark, it's Warren. I got your message, and I'd like you to come meet some of the people ou'll be filming. Hopefully you'll get this sometime today, you can call me on my cell phone-"