Sandy signaled for me to stay quiet as she leaned against the door frame, pointing the camera at Alpha Mike, who was sitting behind his desk.
“I think he’s trying to text you,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I had tossed my SIM card the day I left, blocked him and everyone else, and even now, the only reason Sandy could contact me was because I reached out to her first.
As expected, moments later, Alpha Mike angrily slammed his phone down because I hadn’t responded immediately.
The busy tone rang through the office, and the automated voice saying, “Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service, please check the number and try again…” made me feel oddly satisfied.
I watched the shock and confusion on Alpha Mike’s face as he processed what had just happened.
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