Disturbed (Disturbed #1) by Ashley Beale Page B

what this man can do to me.
                  The phone list I'm required to do is only a total of twenty four people. The script isn't very long, but I have no idea how long I'll be on the phone for. I click on the computer program where I enter information required and start on the first person on the list.
                  By the time I get to the seventh person, I'm shaking in my shoes. These people... they're far from friendly. They're psychos. I've had my life threatened more times than once. What is wrong with people?
                  "Hi. Could I please speak with Jameson please?"
              "Speaking," his voice gruff.
              "Hi Jameson, my name is Liv. I'm working with DRX. We're looking for potential clients to join our stock. Are you interested in receiving any sorted goods to get a taste for our market? You'll be eligible for-"
              I'm cut off mid-sentence. "When you're sleeping tonight, I'm going to crawl into your window and slowly slice your pretty little throat. The thick red blood that trickles down while the knife slices through it will be what I thirst on." The promise in his voice ghastly.
              "I'm sorry sir, I may have the wrong number." I can't help but stutter.
              "You don't have the wrong number. Pass on to Rhett that I'm onto him. Tell him your sweet innocent little voice doesn't trick the master of all deception."
              "I... I don't... I'm just doing my job sir. I don't know Rhett. I apologize. I'm truly sorry."
                  "No. Not yet."
                  That was my last call. I hung up so fast. I still have seventeen more people to call. I don't even want to touch my phone, or get up to go the bathroom, or anything else. I didn't know people were so... cruel.
                  I didn't know this job was going to be this rough. I'm not even sure I can handle it.
              I start to reach for the phone to call person number eight when the phone starts to ring. I nearly piss myself with fear, yelping a little too loud. Knowing that the person on the other line can't actually hurt me through the lines, I answer it. Even though I do know I can't be harmed... yet... I still use caution bringing the phone to my ear.
              "Hello?" I answer.
              The phone line immediately goes dead.
              Tears threaten in my eyes. I can't handle this. Not anymore.
              I slide the chair back, rise from my seat, and race towards the bathroom. Except I'm stopped when I run smack into Roman. "Oh my God!" I scream. In the split second it took me to release who it was, I cover my face, terrified that the person I ran into will get me.
              "Are you okay?" Roman grabs my chin, lifting it to face me. He examines my expression while his remains worried.
              My hands drop from my face but they won't stop shaking. I can't even talk yet, so instead I shake my head back and forth.
              "What happened?" he asks.
              "I... I..." I stutter. I can't seem to get the words out. I point back to my office door.
              He walks around me with a purpose. He stands taller, wider, and heavier. Intimidating on every level imaginable.
              When he glances in and doesn't see anyone, he turns to look at me, his eyes narrowed. "What is it Ms. Donovan?"
              "I... Am... Um." Quickly I spurt out the only rational thing that can come to mind. "Who is Rhett?"
              Roman's face contours into what I'd consider as anger. "Are you sticking to the script?"
              Something about the accusation brings me out of my dumbfound state and I feel an anger