Isaac Blakesley
Blakesley's father picked up the phone and dialled. He smiled slightly when the voice of a young woman answered.
"Good afternoon dear," he began in his normal steady voice.
"This is Issac Blakesley, Kaleb's father. Just calling to let him know that I will be arriving at the new laboratories within about* twenty hours."
The receptionist hesitated.
"I* I will let him know," she stuttered slightly.
"There's a good girl. Oh, and I wish to know* has he yet acquired a Dathrian by the name of Taylor?"
"I'll check the database, sir."
"Thank you so much."
The young lady bit her lip as she typed away vigorously into the computer.
"A Dathrian by the name of Jordan Taylor Hanson has been acquired, yes," she finally revealed, before taking a deep breath.
"Thankyou. I would like to have this subject bound to a chair in a room on his own with silver gaffer tape, gagged, and blindfolded for my arrival. Good day."
And he hung up.
"Oh my gosh," the receptionist fanned herself as she put the phone down.
She fanned herself with her hand before quickly typing into the computer again to alert the staff on that particular floor.
Blakesley
Blakesley listened to the relayed message.
"How interesting."