After getting Dr. Primoria's note, Jordan took a seat at his desk and dialed the Museum.
"Good morning, may I speak with Mr. Dee, please. Jordan Shepard calling."
After getting Dr. Primoria's note, Jordan took a seat at his desk and dialed the Museum.
"Good morning, may I speak with Mr. Dee, please. Jordan Shepard calling."
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Gina paused, consulting her post-it forest. "One second, honey," she replied.
A few clicks later, and a flat voice answered. "Dee." Futuristic explosions sounded faintly in the background.
Jordan cleared his throat.
"Yes, Provost, this is Jordan Shepard. Dr. Primoria wrote that you'd be expecting my call."
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"I needed a minute to secure the line, since you're using words you shouldn't be," John replies. "You wanted a private room, right? Come on over."
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