Tech Support
By J.M. Snyder
My phone rings before I even get my headset on. “Tech support.” I’m a little out of breath because I’m running late again and my boss Cecile is glaring at me from her cubicle, as if I don’t know what time it is. “This is Noah. May I help you?”
Through the phone I hear a girlish laugh. “Late again?”
It’s Becky, Joel’s girl, and I grin as I log onto my computer. “Five minutes.” I’m loud enough that Cecile can overhear. “You want to talk to Joel? He’s still in the lobby, I think. See? I’m not the last one in today.”
Becky laughs again. “Actually, you’ll do fine.”
“Gee, thanks.” I try to sound hurt, but she’s got an infectious laugh, and I can’t stop smiling. I can see her in my mind, sitting behind her desk four stories up. She’s the receptionist for the d
