“Crawford international, Tracy
“Hello Tracey. I would like to speak to Megan Lyons please.”
He could hear the hesitancy of the voice on the other line.
“She is not available sir. May I redirect you to someone who might be able to assist you?”
“No, I need to speak to her. Its personal.”
“Oh I’m sorry sir. Miss Lyons is not employed here anymore.”
“Do you have a cellphone number for her?”, irritation was clear in his voice.
“I’m sorry. I’m not allowed to give her number to anyone.”
“It is an emergency. Her father is in hospital”
“Oh, oh my gosh. Who am I speaking to?”
“Jon.”
“Jon who?”
“Bon Jovi.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath and the pregnant silence.
“Jon Bon Jovi? This is a joke right? Who put you up to this? Its not funny, you know how I feel about the band, and to say such awful things about Megan’s dad is just outright cruel!”
It was his turn to be shocked when she slammed the phone down in his ear.
“Oh fucking great!”, he threw his hands dramatically in the air, he felt the need to ask a passerby what the hell he was looking at, but stopped himself. Not his fault this Tracey woman thought he was an idiot who had nothing to do with his time, but to pretend he was Jon Bon Jovi. God what has this world come to?
He pressed redial.
“Tracey? DON’T slam the phone down again. What will it take for you to believe me? Didn’t Megan ever mention that her parents worked for me? Her mother is my housekeeper.”
“Oh, Oh my God. Are you ….oh my God. I remember she mentioned her parents worked for some …. Ahem ….celebrity in New Jersey
“She did? I guess she didn’t use the word celebrity… Secretive aint she? Now be nice and give me her number and I’ll send you a signed copy of my new cd, k honey?”
“Megan is really going to hate me for this. But you did say her father is sick. Ok, I’ll give you her number but then I want a cd and a photo….signed. At least if she kills me, it wasn’t in vain.”
Jon’s throaty laugh almost killed her on the spot.
“You drive a hard bargain, but I guess I can do that. Thank you sweetheart.”
He stared at the phone number in his hand, not sure how she was going to react when she heard his voice.
The phone rang a few times before her familiar voice greeted him.
“Hi Megan. It’s Jon.”
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