Zzz! Zzz!
Exiting the bathroom, Miles picked up the ringing phone after seeing who the caller ID belonged to.
"Hello." He spoke soundly as the voice over the other end of the phone cracked.
" Hello, Miles?"
Grace's voice managed to come through.
" Yes, it's me."
" Okay, good. We have a client who I would like you to meet. But she has a special condition-"
" Stroke?"
Miles spoke before she could complete it, leaving Grace astounded over the phone.
"You... how did you…" she struggled to say but then gave up.
There was a moment of silence again before she spoke up.
" Yes, she has a stroke." She confirmed.
Miles nodded.
" Okay, I know what's going on, but it has to be home service. Charge on your own terms, the success rate should is fifty-fifty."
"...why do you sound like the boss instead- sorry"
Grace mistakenly blurted her thoughts out loud and it was too late to take it back when she realised.
