Malone
November
My phone ringing beside me is annoying as I'm trying to schedule these posts to Slater's charity's i********: account. This is the third time someone from this number has called, and they won't leave a message. Typically, I don't answer, but I'm at the end of my rope.
“Hello?" There's an edge to my voice, and the caller takes a second to speak.
“Is this Malone Fulcher?"
Since the paparazzi incident, I've not wanted to give any information out about myself unless I know who I'm speaking with. “May I ask who's calling."
“David Evans, I take it you remember me."
The fucker who fired me. Holy s**t, why is he calling me now? I'm torn between wanting to yell at him, and wanting to hang up on him.
“This is Malone, how can I help you?" I do my best to keep my voice even, bu
