Desperate Measures
Sarah’s heart raced as she dialed the number, her hands trembling with anxiety. She needed answers, and she needed them fast. The receptionist picked up after the third ring, her voice cheerful and bright. “Good afternoon. How can I assist you today?” she chirped. Sarah took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. “I need to speak to Dr. Richards, please. It’s urgent,” she replied, her voice tight with worry.
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There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before the receptionist responded. “I’m sorry, but Dr. Richards is currently unavailable.”