The Call - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Alexander Waverly stared unseeing at the newspapers strewn across the conference table. The name he’d expected was absent, yet a sense of foreboding lingered. “Sentimental old grandmother,” he muttered.

His secretary entered, flushed and indignant. “Sir, you've a priority call. She’s very--insistent.”

Satisfaction lit his eyes. “Put her through,” he directed crisply, turning to the microphone. "And trace the call."

He gave his name, and something between a laugh and a sob burst from the speaker. A moment’s pause, then a familiar voice calmly responded. “Uncle Alex, I need you.”

At the long-expected words, his fingers flew across the control panel, setting plans into motion.

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Waverly to the rescue, more or less. Promises kept. Hopes achieved. Still gotta nail down the details. :)