"Hello?"
"Hi! We are from Parísimo Magazine, a representative from FBC provided us your direct contact details, am I speaking with Frances Margaret?" A woman with a thick Spanish accent spoke over the phone.
"No, that's Deanna... Deanna Mack." Another person dictated.
"Apologies, Dean Mack?"
"Yeah, how may I help you?"
Then there was a lot of intermittent white noise on the line, "Hello? I'm sorry your voice is breaking up, I can't hear what you're saying..." There was a few more intelligible chatter and the call got cut off.
"Excuse me?!" I turned to find a very angry mother wheeling her son in a stroller, glaring at me. I was blocking the walkway.
"Sorry." I quickly stepped aside.
I just stormed out of our place in fury, masyado akong napikon sa mga nangyari (I got so ticked off
