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adreamtorise) wrote2009-04-20 11:16 am
adreamtorise) wrote2009-04-20 11:16 am
[jp] details
NOTE: Dr. Callahan is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fear_noevil and mine, so used and abused as needed. The female voice on the other end is no_substitution and borrowed with love and tenderness. ;p
The phone rang four times while she absently rubbed a film of dust off one polished nail with the pad of her thumb. The voice that answered on the other end was deep and impatient.
“Callahan.”
“Hello, Dr. Callahan?”
“Who wants to know?”
“Anne Forsythe.” She replied, unfazed. “Or ‘the other interested party,’ as you may know me.”
There was a long pause, she could almost hear him thinking. “You’re the one fighting me on the house in Hollywood.”
“Yes, I got your number from the realtor.” Finally. she added to herself, fighting a surge of irritation at remembering how hard she’d had to push for even a name.
“Royal bitch, ain’t she?”
The frank question caught her off guard, eliciting a laugh from her. “Yes, she is.”
“So what, you wanna do an end run and make me holler uncle or some shit?” he asked, the testy note in his voice softening with curiosity.
Anne wasn’t quite sure what she’d been expecting when she called, but this oddly impatient yet laid back forthrightness was both refreshing and confounding. “Well, not really…you see, I’ve reached my limit. I can’t match your bid on the house, but I was going to inquire about your use of the property.”
“And that’s yer business why?”
“Because if I can’t buy the house, Dr. Callahan, I’d like to lease it.”
There was another pause. Perking her ears, Anne listened to him cover the phone, then talk with someone on the other end, a young woman.
“It’s the chick tryin’ to outbid me. She wants to lease the damn house.”
“Ha! See? I was right. I rule.”
“Whatever, Sass.”
“Shut up and rent it, already. Landlording is fun. It buys you pretty underwear.”
“You mean it buys *you* pretty underwear.”
“You complaining?”
Anne had to smile and bite her lip to prevent a giggle from escaping…she could almost hear the man rolling his eyes, if his voice was any indication as he returned to the line.
“To be honest, Mrs. Forsythe-”
“Miss Forsythe, I’m not married.”
“Sorry ‘bout that…you sound older. Uh…anyway, I been thinkin’ of renting the property, so if you want first crack have at it. I’m in New York right now, but I’ll be back on that coast in a couple weeks, I live in Searchlight, Nevada.”
“Really? I know a girl that used to live there.” She observed brightly. “So you can fly out and meet with me at the house, then? I’ll be bringing a friend, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Nah, I’m down. End of the first week in May?”
“I’ll be there with references and questions, Dr. Callahan.”
“Cain. Nobody calls me Dr. Callahan.”
“Very well then, Cain. I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up the phone in her office, Anne nibbled on her lower lip with a grin as she reached for her cell phone and started texting CJ to tell her she was getting the house.
“God is in the details.” She sighed with satisfaction, basking in the warm glow of a job well done.
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 519
fear_noevil and mine, so used and abused as needed. The female voice on the other end is no_substitution and borrowed with love and tenderness. ;pThe phone rang four times while she absently rubbed a film of dust off one polished nail with the pad of her thumb. The voice that answered on the other end was deep and impatient.
“Callahan.”
“Hello, Dr. Callahan?”
“Who wants to know?”
“Anne Forsythe.” She replied, unfazed. “Or ‘the other interested party,’ as you may know me.”
There was a long pause, she could almost hear him thinking. “You’re the one fighting me on the house in Hollywood.”
“Yes, I got your number from the realtor.” Finally. she added to herself, fighting a surge of irritation at remembering how hard she’d had to push for even a name.
“Royal bitch, ain’t she?”
The frank question caught her off guard, eliciting a laugh from her. “Yes, she is.”
“So what, you wanna do an end run and make me holler uncle or some shit?” he asked, the testy note in his voice softening with curiosity.
Anne wasn’t quite sure what she’d been expecting when she called, but this oddly impatient yet laid back forthrightness was both refreshing and confounding. “Well, not really…you see, I’ve reached my limit. I can’t match your bid on the house, but I was going to inquire about your use of the property.”
“And that’s yer business why?”
“Because if I can’t buy the house, Dr. Callahan, I’d like to lease it.”
There was another pause. Perking her ears, Anne listened to him cover the phone, then talk with someone on the other end, a young woman.
“It’s the chick tryin’ to outbid me. She wants to lease the damn house.”
“Ha! See? I was right. I rule.”
“Whatever, Sass.”
“Shut up and rent it, already. Landlording is fun. It buys you pretty underwear.”
“You mean it buys *you* pretty underwear.”
“You complaining?”
Anne had to smile and bite her lip to prevent a giggle from escaping…she could almost hear the man rolling his eyes, if his voice was any indication as he returned to the line.
“To be honest, Mrs. Forsythe-”
“Miss Forsythe, I’m not married.”
“Sorry ‘bout that…you sound older. Uh…anyway, I been thinkin’ of renting the property, so if you want first crack have at it. I’m in New York right now, but I’ll be back on that coast in a couple weeks, I live in Searchlight, Nevada.”
“Really? I know a girl that used to live there.” She observed brightly. “So you can fly out and meet with me at the house, then? I’ll be bringing a friend, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Nah, I’m down. End of the first week in May?”
“I’ll be there with references and questions, Dr. Callahan.”
“Cain. Nobody calls me Dr. Callahan.”
“Very well then, Cain. I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up the phone in her office, Anne nibbled on her lower lip with a grin as she reached for her cell phone and started texting CJ to tell her she was getting the house.
“God is in the details.” She sighed with satisfaction, basking in the warm glow of a job well done.
Muse: Anne Forsythe
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 519