On Monday, I slept quietly in my bed, as sugar plums danced in my head (Sorry, I had to type that). Suddenly, the phone rang, and in a foggy haze, I picked it up. “Hello?” I managed to say. “James, this is Simone,” she said. Her voice sounded smooth on the phone. Sweet, she called me back . “Yeah,” I said. “Did you read any of that magazine?” she asked. How about we discuss it over dinner? Yet, I didn't say that. I told her what I thought of the magazine, I lied and said it good and stuff, but in reality I found it boring. However, I noticed she wasn't really interested in the magazine. “Well, if you enjoyed the magazine, you'll like what I have to say next...” Simone said. I kind of nodded off, not really listening to what she had to say at all. See I'm already ignoring her, we were meant to be together! Anyway, I brought myself around. “Let me patch you through to my Supervisor,” Simone said. What...visor? I began to re...