*impatiently* He's not answering, is he? That's odd. I would answer. *nodding at your phone* I'd never fail to answer a call from that number at any time, day or night.
*the perfect answer coming to him in a flash, even as he's half-regretting hiring so well* *it's just...he'd never really planned on losing eight inches and probably fifty pounds, you know?* Yangchen, call Lord Glorfindel. You know he knows every pertinent detail about your assignment. Call Glorfindel and let me talk to him. Of course, that means I have to talk to him, which I hadn't planned on doing even if I had to off myself to get me back first.