A click, dead air followed by a woman's voice. "Westinghouse Enterprises, one moment, please enjoy the music while your party is located." Another click then some muted big band music from yesteryear. Old stuff that hasn't been in vogue since the early part of last century. One more click. A voice.
"D'Arthur speaking....This is my personal line and I'm guessing this is the young man from the club as it's too late for scheduled calls. "