"Yes?" he picked up her call after she had called another ten times. "Mr. King! Please, just please, tell me where the book is" he heard her and he smirked.
"The last message you sent caught my eye" he replied. "It was a mistake. Just tell me where my book is" she was frustrated.
"Why would I do that?" he asked. "Because I'm ready to listen to you for two hours. Two full hours and I will do what you want me to" she said.
"Interesting" he said. "Thank you! Finally!! Where is my book?" she asked. "Go to the library" he said.
"One second" he could tell she was running. "Yup" she panted. "Can you see a small table near the 'Classics' shelf?" he asked.
"Yes" she said, looking at it. "Take that and walk to the fourth shelf on the left at the end, near the big window" he said.
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