106 brimming with rage
“Save me! save me！”
His voice was more pleading than ever, with a hint of pleading in his anger. This was his last straw. He didn't care who the person on the other end of the phone was, and he didn't care whether the other person could do it, but this was his only hope. Choice, he is calling for help, he is pleading, he is shouting.
At the end of the hoarse voice, there was the pain of disintegration, sweeping over, a thin layer of mist covered the dark brown eyes, blurring the vision, and the gray despair began to climb up the ankles little by little..
“I know you are sad, but as far as I know, they will be able to rescue you soon." The voice on the other end of the phone was still calm, as cold as if there was no fluctuation at all, "I hope it won't be too long..”
Grass! Grass! Grass！
He couldn't help but grind his teeth, and cursed one sentence after another. The trivial sounds circled his lips, and he almost couldn't breathe. In the end, all the sounds gurgled in his throat for a while, and he could only pray in a low voice, "Thank God." Pray that this is not just talk, pray that they are really nearby, pray that he can really escape from death, that kind of aggrieved whimper carries a hint of bitterness, a hint of desolation, and a hint of happiness..
“Yeah, 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 and why he turned on the recorder.？
“Wait a minute." The sound of the tape recorder was heard in my ears. "This is Alan Davenport, the HR Director of CRT Company. The date is October 23, 2006. I am talking to Paul Conroy. Call. Mr. Conroy, are you aware that I am recording this conversation?？”
He was lying on a piece of sand, not daring to move at all. Any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall. He had also left the flashlight beside him. His lips were so dry that he began to ooze blood, but his brain could not function at all. , after that thin line of life and death, he completely turned into a ball of mush, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly..
“What? "What the hell is going on?？
“Please answer my questions." The other end of the phone showed a rare "professional quality", but this kind of quality has an almost robotic coldness, which makes the inner irritability begin to agitate again..
Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and he subconsciously cursed, "Dog/shit!" which prompted the other party to say "Mr. Conroy" again. He impatiently picked up the flashlight and began to flap it absentmindedly. Perfunctoryly, "Yes, yes, yes.”
“Do I have your permission to record?？”
But the flashlight didn't respond. There was only the faint light of the mobile phone screen in the darkness. He wanted to rub his sore temples, but when he raised his left hand, he found that one hand was holding the flashlight and the other was holding the mobile phone. He didn't even think about it. There was no room to spare, which annoyed him as he punched the side wall with his flashlight. It flashed, but only briefly..
“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 does not know much about the processes of these large companies. At this time, he has no way to calm down and think, and can only deal with it casually..
“I need you to answer yes or no, please." The other party's voice still showed professionalism..
“yes! yes! He tapped his thigh with the flashlight and gritted his teeth and said, "Is this okay?"？”
“Thank you." The other party's politeness was not weakened at all by his rudeness, "Mr. Conroy, when were you hired by CRT Company?？”
“I don't remember..." His words were a little messy, and the flashlight turned on again, "Nine months ago, that was January. What the hell is going on? "He felt a little lack of oxygen, and tugged on his collar. His lungs were burning fiercely, and the sand was still falling. He looked at the cracks around him warily, as if he would collapse at any time..
“I see that your official recruitment date is January 4th. Is that correct?？”
“Who cares? "He said irritably, unable to find an outlet for his rapid breathing, "This is fucking nonsense." The other party's coldness and his fiery, the other party's calmness and his crisis formed a sharp contrast, which made He became more and more at a loss, and unconsciously began to reach out and touch the cracks..
“January 4th, right? "The other party was unmoved and still stood at his post..
“Yes! "He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and impatience, and replied shortly..
“During your internal training before deploying to Iraq, did you know how dangerous your position was?？”
The sand fell down and filled his mouth with sand. "Bah, bah," he spat out, "You mean, when I went to Dallas, you said that all the trucks were armored vehicles and had bulletproof glass? You mean? "You said this is safer than ever?" The flashlight actually dimmed. He gritted his teeth and smashed the flashlight on his arm - the crack was already fragile enough, and he wasn't sure if he would hit the wall again. Collapse, the flashlight hit his arm with two bloody marks, but he had no idea that the muscles had become stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating, "This is what you call 'knowing'’？”
“I need your answer yes or no.”
His complaints, his sarcasm, and his anger all hit a wall, which made him clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but then he relaxed them again, "Yes." He said in a tone of voice. There was a hint of vulnerability in his helplessness. After being trapped here for a few hours, he was exhausted and didn't even have much energy left to argue..
Breathe, take a big breath, he wants to leave here, he wants to escape from this damn nightmare, he wants to wake up, or should I say that the dream has become a reality, he is really trapped here, he will be killed alive Buried. He remembered that he was lying on the bed in the hotel and entering a dream, or was it that the hotel part was a dream, that he had just fallen into a hallucination, and now he was awake? Breathing, he must breathe, but his breathing is getting faster and faster. What's going on? what is going on? The nagging voice in his ears still didn't stop. He needed to think, he needed rescue, he needed... to survive..
“At that time, you signed a labor contract with CRT Company, which detailed the company's policies and included the terms of employment for your position.？
The dust continued to fall, and he began to cough. "Yes, I signed a lot of documents." His hot breath made his whole face tangled, and his dry lips were covered with blood stains. It seemed that even the sweat had stopped secreting..
“Yes or no? "That formulaic voice without any emotion is really annoying..
“yes! He swallowed hard and stopped coughing, "I signed the contract!" Yes！”
“Do we agree that two hours ago you were kidnapped in Iraq?？”
“Yes! That's not bad at all, you bastard! "He felt that the air was starting to run out, and he patted his chest hard, his bloodshot eyes filled with restlessness and anger, "Where are they now? Rescue team? Why do you ask this? Are they almost there?？”
The other end of the phone paused for half a second, and then continued, "Our legal department requires our employees to sign an affidavit," but there was an inaudible wave in his voice, as if... he couldn't bear it, "Confirming that they Know the reason why you were fired. This morning, your employment relationship was officially terminated by CRT Company.”
“Wait, wait, wait." He felt that his brain was not enough, "What? "The dream stopped, reality stopped, even struggling and breathing stopped. His eyes widened and he froze in place, like a sculpture..
“We noticed that you had an affair with employee Pamela Lutti." The voice on the other end of the phone was slightly heavier..
“No, no! He began to shake his head, shaking his head violently, "Wait a minute!" "But the other party's voice still didn't stop, "Wait a minute! "His shouting had no effect at all..
“In the labor contract, there is a clause that clearly states that any ambiguous relationship between internal employees is prohibited. Whether it is a romantic relationship or a sexual relationship, as long as CRT senior management deems the relationship inappropriate, the employment relationship can be terminated immediately..”
“Stop, stop, stop! "His time seemed to have stopped, all the muscles in his body were tense to the extreme, and even the rising and falling chest had lost its movement, "We are just friends, wait a minute, listen to me, listen to me, we are just friends, just friends. , okay? "He kept making statements, but still failed to stop the other party..
“Our records show otherwise." Calm, restrained, polite, solemn, and formal. This was the voice on the other end of the phone, coldly and cruelly sentencing him to death..
“Your records are wrong! " he yelled.
“We still have a legal obligation to inform you, because when you were kidnapped, you were technically no longer an employee of CRT. Therefore, the company will not be responsible for any harm you suffer after you are officially dismissed. In other words, here any possible consequences of a kidnapping.”
Quiet, all quiet, you can only see his chest rising and falling invisibly, the light of the flashlight and the halo of the mobile phone seem to be getting weaker and weaker, the dullness and despair in the eyes are gradually falling, falling, and cannot be found end.
“Mr. Conroy? "A reminder came from the other end of the phone again..
He still had no reaction, like a dead corpse, his brain was dead, "What about my life insurance? My family needs this money." Calm, terrible calm, but he caught the last breath deep in his throat. root straw.
“Given that you were alive when you were fired……”
“Don't do this! "He interrupted the other party's words..
……After a moment of pause, "Do you understand everything?？”
“Don't do this." His voice was trembling slightly, choked with fear, and pleading. "Don't do this." Apart from these words, he was powerless to resist..
“Do you understand what I said? Mr Conroy.”
Silent. His eyes were shaking violently, and the crystal tears shone with despair and confusion. He looked around at a loss, and his lips couldn't help but began to tremble slightly, but he couldn't find any excuse. Press hard, the helpless panic trembles under the weak light.
At the most critical moment of life, they cut off his lifeline, and then couldn't wait to take back the benefits, waving their hands, as if they were bystanders, refusing to take a step closer..
brimming with rage.
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