"Save me! Save me!"
His voice became more earnest, and there was a hint of pleading in his anger. This was his last straw. He didn't care who was on the other end of the phone, and he didn't care whether the other party could do it or not, but this was the only thing he had. Choice, he is calling for help, he is pleading, he is crying.
At the end of the hoarse voice, the pain of disintegration swept over, and the dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, which blurred the vision hotly, and the gray despair began to climb up to the ankles little by little. .
"I know you're sad, but as far as I know, they will be able to rescue you right away." The voice on the other end of the phone was still calm, as if there was no fluctuation, "I hope it won't be too long."
Grass! Grass! Grass!
He couldn't help grinding his teeth, cursing one after another, the trivial voice whirling around on his lips, almost unable to breathe, and finally all the voices grunted in his throat for a while, and he could only pray in a low voice, "Thank God." Praying is not just talking, praying that they are really nearby, praying that he can really escape from death, that kind of grievance whimper with a bit of bitterness, a bit of desolation, and a bit of joy.
"Yeah, thank God. Now, I'm going to turn on the recorder."
"What?" He felt that he didn't hear clearly and couldn't understand what was going on. Why did he turn on the tape recorder
"Wait a minute," came the sound of the tape recorder turning, "This is Aaron Davenport, CRT's Director of Personnel, on October 23rd, 2006, and I'm with Paul Conroe. I'm calling. Mr. Conroy, do you know I'm recording this conversation?"
He was lying on a piece of sand and didn't dare to move at all. Any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall. The flashlight had been left by the side, and his lips were so dry that blood began to ooze out, but his brain couldn't function at all. , After the line of life and death, it completely turned into a mess, and he couldn't even breathe.
"What?" What the hell is going on here
"Please answer my question." The other end of the phone showed a rare "professional quality", but this quality had a kind of coldness almost like a robot, which made the inner irritability start to stir again.
Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and he subconsciously cursed out a foul language, "Dog/shit!" The other party said "Mr. Conroy" again, and he impatiently picked up the flashlight and started flapping, absent-mindedly. Perfunctory, "Yes yes yes."
"Excuse me, have I got your permission to make a recording?"
But the flashlight didn't respond. There was only the faint light of the phone screen in the darkness. He wanted to rub his aching temple, but only when he raised his left hand, he found that one hand was holding the flashlight and the other was holding the phone. There was no room to spare, which made him chafing at the side wall with the flashlight annoyed, and it flashed, but only flashed.
"Why do you need my permission? What is this about?" His education level is not high, otherwise he would not be a truck driver. He doesn't know much about the process of these big companies, and there is no way to calm down at this time. To think, can only cope with it at will.
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"I need you to answer yes or no, please." The other party's voice still showed professionalism.
"Yes! Yes!" He tapped the flashlight on his thigh, gritted his teeth, and said, "Is this all right?"
"Thank you." The other party's politeness was not weakened by his rudeness. "Mr. Conroy, when were you hired by CRT?"
"I don't remember..." His words were a little messy, and the flashlight came back on. "Nine months ago, that was January. What the hell is going on?" He felt a little lack of oxygen and tugged at his collar , his lungs were scorching hot, and the sand was still falling. He looked at the cracks around him vigilantly, as if it would collapse at any time.
"I see your official hire date is January 4th. Is that correct?"
"Who cares?" he said irritably, unable to find a way to express his rapid breathing, "this is just nonsense." The coldness of the other side and his fiery, the calmness of the other side and his crisis, formed a stark Contrastingly, it made him feel even more at a loss, and unconsciously began to reach out and touch those cracks.
"January 4th, is that correct?" The other party was unmoved, still sticking to his post.
"Yes!" He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and impatience, and replied briefly.
"During your internal training before your dispatch to Iraq, did you know how dangerous your position was?"
The sand fell down and threw his mouth full of silt, "Bah ah," and he spat it out, "You mean, when I went to Dallas, you said all the trucks were armored vehicles, and bulletproof glass? You mean , you say it's safer than ever?" The flashlight was actually dim, and he gritted his teeth and smashed the flashlight on his arm - the crack was fragile enough that if he hit the wall again, he wasn't sure if it would collapse , the flashlight smashed his arm into two bloodstains, but he didn't know it, the muscles were stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating, "Is this what you mean by 'know'?"
"I need your answer yes or no."
His complaints, his sarcasm, his anger all hit a wall, which made him clench his fists, grit his teeth, but then let it go again, "Yes." Tone The helpless in the middle had a hint of fragility. After being trapped here for a few hours, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have much energy left to argue.
Breathe, breathe, he wants to get out of here, he wants to get out of this damn nightmare, he wants to wake up, or is the dream a reality, he's really stuck here, he's going to be alive bury. He remembered lying on the bed of the hotel and entered a dream, or was the part of the hotel a dream, he had just fallen into a hallucination, and now he is awake? Breathing, he has to breathe, but the breathing is getting faster and faster, what's going on? what is the problem? The chattering voice in his ear still didn't stop, he needed to think, he needed rescue, he needed... to survive.
"At that time, you signed a labor contract with CRT, which detailed company policies and also included the terms of employment for your position
The dust continued to fall, and he began to cough, "Yes, I signed a lot of documents." His hot breath made his whole face tangled, and his dry lips were covered with bloodstains, and it seemed that even the sweat had stopped secreting. .
"Yes, or no?" The formulaic voice without any emotion was really annoying.
"Yes!" He swallowed hard and stopped the coughing, "I signed the contract! Yes!"
"Are we in agreement that you were kidnapped in Iraq two hours ago?"
"Yes! That's not bad at all, you bastard!" He felt that the air was starting to run out, and patted his chest hard, his bloodshot eyes full of restlessness and anger, "Where are they now? Rescue forces? Why are you asking that? Are they coming soon?"
The other end of the phone paused for half a second, then continued, "Our legal department requires our employees to sign an affidavit," but there was a slight inaudible fluctuation in his voice, as if... Yu Xin couldn't bear it, "Confirmed that they knew The reason for your dismissal. This morning, your employment relationship was officially terminated by CRT Corporation."
"Wait, wait, wait." He felt that his brain was not enough, "What?" The dream stopped, the reality stopped, even the struggle and breathing stopped, his eyes widened, stiff In situ, it is like a sculpture.
"We noticed that you are having an affair with employee Pamela-Lutti." The voice on the other end of the phone was slightly heavier.
"No, no!" He began to shake his head, shaking his head violently, "Wait a minute!" But the other party's voice still didn't stop, "Wait a minute!" His shouting didn't work at all.
"In the labor contract, there is a clause that clearly states that any ambiguous/affectionate relationship is prohibited between internal employees. Whether it is a romantic relationship or a sexual/relationship, as long as the CRT senior management considers the relationship inappropriate, the employment can be terminated immediately. relation."
"Stop, stop, stop!" His time seemed to stop, all the muscles in his body were tense to the extreme, and even the heaving chest lost movement, "We are just friends, wait, listen to me, listen to me Say, we're just friends, just friends, okay?" He kept declaring, but still couldn't stop the other party.
"Our records show it differently." Calm, restrained, polite, dignified, formal. It was the voice on the other end of the phone, coldly and cruelly pronounced his death sentence.
"Your records are wrong!" he yelled.
"We still have the legal obligation to inform you, because when you were kidnapped, you were no longer strictly an employee of CRT, so after your formal dismissal, the company will not be responsible for any harm, that is, in Any consequences that may arise from this kidnapping."
Quiet, quiet, he could only see his chest rising and falling invisibly, the light of the flashlight and the halo of the mobile phone seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, the numbness and despair in those eyes were gradually falling, falling, and could not be found. end.
"Mr. Conroy?" There was another reminder on the other end of the phone.
He still didn't respond, like a dead corpse, his brain was dead silent, "What about my life insurance money? My family needs this money." Calm, terrifying calm, but deep in his throat he grabbed the last one straw.
"Given that you were alive when you were fired..."
"Don't do this!" he interrupted.
… After a moment’s pause, “Do you understand everything?”
"Don't do it." His voice was shaking slightly, choked, terrified, and pleading. "Don't do this." Apart from this sentence, he was powerless to resist.
"Do you understand what I'm saying? Mr. Conroy."
silence. His eyes were shaking violently, despair flashed in the crystal tears, and he was dazed, looking around at a loss, his lips couldn't help but start to tremble slightly, but he couldn't find any leverage. , helpless panic shivered under the dim light.
At the most critical moment of his life, they cut off his lifeline, and then couldn't wait to withdraw his interests, shaking his hands, refusing to take a step closer.
Cracked.