Chapter 107

"Help me! Help me

His voice is more and more sincere, and there is a trace of pleading in his anger. This is his last straw. He doesn't care who the person at the other end of the phone is, and he doesn't care whether the other party can do it, but this is his only choice. He is calling for help, he is pleading, he is shouting.

At the end of his hoarseness, there was the pain of disintegration. His dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, which blurred his vision. The gray despair began to climb up his ankles bit by bit.

"I know you're upset, but as far as I know, they'll be able to get you out in a minute." The voice at the other end of the phone was still calm, as if there were no fluctuations. "I hope it won't be too long."

Grass! Grass! Grass!

He could not help grinding his teeth and swearing one after another. The trivial voice was in his lips, almost unable to breathe. At last, all the voices grunted in his throat for a while, and he could only pray in a low voice, "thank God." Pray, this is not just saying, pray that they are really nearby, pray that he can really escape from death, that kind of grievance whimper with a trace of bitterness, a trace of desolation, a trace of happiness.

"Yes, thank God. Now, I'm going to turn on the recorder. "

"What?" He felt that he didn't hear clearly. He couldn't understand what was going on. Why did he turn on the recorder?

"Wait a minute." I heard the sound of the tape recorder turning. "This is Alan Davenport, the HR Director of CRT company. The date is October 23, 2006. I'm talking to Paul Conroy. Mr. Conroy, do you know I'm recording this conversation? "

He lay on a piece of sand and didn't dare to move. Any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall. The flashlight had been left beside him. His lips were so dry that blood began to ooze out. But his brain couldn't work at all. After that line of life and death, it turned into a paste. He couldn't even breathe.

"What?" What the hell is going on?

"Please answer my question." The other end of the phone shows a rare "professional quality", which is close to the cold of a robot, and makes the inner restlessness start to stir up again.

All of a sudden, the flashlight went out, he subconsciously scolded a rude word, "shit!" He picked up his flashlight impatiently and began to clap. He perfunctorily said, "yes."

"Have I got your permission to record?"

But the flashlight didn't respond. In the dark, there was only the faint light of the mobile phone screen. He wanted to rub the sore temple, but when he lifted his left hand up, he found that one hand was holding the flashlight and the other hand was holding the mobile phone. He didn't have any spare space at all. This made him chagrined and beat the side wall with the flashlight. 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. At this time, he has no way to calm down and think, and can only deal with it at will.

"I need you to answer yes or no, please." The other side's voice is still professional.

"Yes! Yes He banged his torch on his thigh, bit his teeth and said, "is that ok?"

"Thank you." The other person'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 lit up again. "Nine months ago, that was January. What's going on? " He felt a little lack of oxygen and pulled his collar. His lungs were burning fiercely, and the sand was still falling. He looked warily at the cracks around him, as if he would collapse at any time.

"I see your official offer date is January 4. Is that right? "

"Who cares?" He said irritably, shortness of breath, can not find a vent, "this is a damn nonsense." There is a sharp contrast between the coldness of the other side and his fiery, the calmness of the other side and his crisis, which makes him more and more at a loss and unconsciously start to reach out to touch those cracks.

"January fourth, right?" The other side is not moved, still stick to the post.

"Yes He took a deep breath, repressed his anger and impatience, and answered briefly.

"In your internal training before you were sent to Iraq, do you know how dangerous your position was?"

The sand fell down and made his mouth full of sand. "Bah bah," he spat out, "you mean when I went to Dallas, you said all the trucks were armored cars, and bulletproof glass? You mean, you say it's safer than ever? " The flashlight was dark. He bit his teeth and smashed it on his arm. The crack was fragile enough. If he smashed the wall again, he was not sure whether it would collapse. The flashlight smashed two bloodstains on his arm, but he didn't know that the muscles were stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating. "That's what you call 'know'

"I need you to answer yes or no."

His complaint, his sarcasm, his anger all hit a wall, which made him clench his fists and clench his teeth, but then he relaxed again, "yes." The tone of helplessness with a trace of vulnerability, trapped here for a few hours, he has been exhausted, even the strength to argue are not much left.

Breathe, breathe, he wants to leave here, he wants to get rid of this damned nightmare, he wants to wake up, or, the dream has become a reality, he is really trapped here, he will be buried alive. Does he remember lying on the bed of the hotel and entering the dream, or is the part of the hotel just a dream, he just fell into the illusion, and now he is awake? Breathing, he has to breathe, but his breathing is more and more urgent. What's the matter? What's going on? He needs to think, he needs help, he needs... To live.

"At that time, you signed a labor contract with CRT company, which elaborated the company's policies and also included the employment terms of your position?

As the dust continued to fall, he began to cough. "Yes, I signed a lot of documents." The burning breath tangled his whole face, and the dried lips were covered with bloodstains, which seemed to stop the secretion of sweat.

"Yes, or no?" That formulaic voice without any emotion is really annoying.

"Yes He swallowed hard and stopped the cough. "I signed the contract! Yes

"Do we agree that you were hijacked in Iraq two hours ago?"

"Yes! That's not bad, you bastard He felt that the air was beginning to run out. He patted his chest hard. His bloodshot eyes were full of agitation and anger. "Where are they now? Rescue forces? Why do you ask? Are they coming soon? "

The other end of the phone stopped for half a second, and then went on to say, "our legal department requires our employees to sign affidavits," but there was a subtle fluctuation in the voice, which seemed to be... Unable to bear to "confirm that they knew the reason for their dismissal. This morning, your employment was officially terminated by CRT. "

"Wait, wait, wait." He felt that his brain was not enough. "What?" Dream stopped, reality also stopped, even struggle and breathing also stopped, he widened his eyes, stiff in place, like a sculpture.

"We notice that you have an affair with Pamela lutti, an employee." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little heavy.

"No, no!" He began to shake his head, violently. "Wait a minute!" But the other voice still did not stop, "wait a minute!" His cry didn't work at all.

"There is a clause in the labor contract that clearly states that no ambiguous relationship is allowed between internal employees. Whether it is a love relationship or a sexual relationship, as long as the senior management of CRT thinks that the relationship is inappropriate, the employment relationship can be terminated immediately. "

"Stop, stop, stop!" His time seems to have stopped, his muscles are tense to the extreme, even the undulating chest has lost movement, "we are just friends, wait, you listen to me, listen to me, we are just friends, just friends, OK?" He is constantly declaring, but still can not stop each other.

"Our records are different." Calm, restrained, polite, solemn, formal. It was the voice on the other end of the phone, cold and cruel, that sentenced him to death.

"Your record is wrong!" He roared.

"We still have the legal obligation to inform you, because when you are kidnapped, you are no longer an employee of CRT company strictly, so after you are officially dismissed, the company will not be responsible for any injury, that is to say, in this kidnapping, any possible consequences."

Quiet, a quiet, can only see his chest in the micro invisible ups and downs, flashlight light and mobile phone halo seems to be more and more weak, that pair of eyes numbness and despair in gradually falling, constantly falling, can not find the end.

"Mr. Conroy?" Another reminder came from the other end of the phone.

He still had no response, just like a corpse, his brain was dead, "what about my life insurance? My family needs the money. " Calm, terrible calm, but in the depth of his throat he caught the last straw.

"Since you were alive when you were fired..."

"Don't do that!" He interrupted the other party.

... pause for a moment, "do you understand?"

"Don't do that." His voice was trembling, choking, frightened, pleading“ Don't do that. " Apart from that, he was powerless to resist.

"Do you understand what I said? Mr. Conroy. "

Silence. His eyes were shaking violently, and there was despair in the crystal tears, and he looked around at him at a loss. His lips could not help but began to tremble, but he could not find any help. Helpless panic was shaking under the weak light.

In the most critical moment of life, they cut off his lifeline, and then they can't wait to take back the benefits, shake their hands, as a spectator, and refuse to get closer.

It's just like a crack.