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The Message Station

James presses play, so he can hear his messages. He hears a series of beeps before the first one is being played.
Hey James, its Theresa.. I guess your probably at Veronica’s lake house. Call me back and let me know how things went ok.. bye.. beep.
Hey James it’s Daniel, are we still on for paintball on Friday night? Call me.. beep.
Mr. Jefferson. My name is Rachel Stein, from the Salinas office, we would like to congratulate you on obtaining the series of paintings from Milan, your team was quite successful at the art auction. Have a nice day and congrats.
James, its Adam, dude I’m going to be in town this summer.. We should get together. You still have season tickets to the Mets right? Call me bro.

James stood at the end of the counter taking notes from each call. The one about work was the one that stuck out in his mind the most. It had put a smile on his face. The Salinas office was the one that took care of his business affairs. They were great! They helped his staff locate great artwork.

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