Philip stared at his phone, totally confused. He double-checked the number to make sure he hadn't dialed the wrong one.
He pressed the phone back to his ear and asked.
"What do you mean, paperwork on her records?"
The clerk on the other end of the line replied patiently, "Sophia passed away almost a week ago. We need to update her official records and finalize the remaining documentation."
The words hit Philip like a freight train. He froze solid on the spot, his grip slipping so bad the phone nearly slid right out of his hand, almost clattering to the floor.
He stared blankly for a few seconds, then barked out a harsh, mocking laugh, "Scams are getting lamer and lamer these days. Does Sophia really have extra cash to waste paying you people to put on this act?"
Silence stretched ove
