A gruff voice picked up on the other end. “Hello? Who’s this?”

“We’re calling on behalf of Greenwood and Sons for Mr. Steeple,” Chau said, trying to sound like a professional of some sort. “Is he available?”

“I’m Mr. Steeple.”

“Mr. Steeple, we’ve just received your letter, and we are //so sorry–//we never meant to, er,”

“Remove you from our lists!” Edana said quickly.

“Never meant to remove you from our list! What? I’m sorry, we DID intend to, it was just a mistake–”