[ IP ] The Last Stand

Writing during work 
 
''Hell, this is Amanda.'' My god, you could practically *hear* her braces through her bored squeaky voice. 
 
''Yes? Hello? This is Adam, I'd like to speak to Customer Serivce.'' I tapped my foot nervously on the lenolium floor. 
 
 `` Hold for transfer.'' There was a click a beep and then the tone of a dead line. Unsurprisingly, I got disconnected. 
 
 I dialed again all 47 digits, which would n't be soo bad if I was not calling from the kitchen's old rotary phone. The internal mechanism slowly taunting me as I lingered to reach whoever could help me out. Finally the line went through. `` The number you have dialed is not available. Please hang up and try again.'' 
 
 `` Ooooh...! - Frak.!'' I shook the receiver in paniced nervous anger at myself as I slowly, forcibly place it back down. I must of started dialing too soon after the fifth zero. Really need to wait for the dial to click all the way back to one after dialing a digit. 
 
 I picked up the reciever and steadily tried again. 
 
 `` Hell, this is Amanda.'' I had braced myself for her squeakiness this time by lifting the phone off my ear before she spoke. 
 
 `` Yes-this-is-Adam-I-just-called-and-you-tried-to-transfer-me-to-customer-serivce-but-I-think-the-line-got-cut.'' I took a breath, not realising I had not paused during that sentence. 
 
 `` No, this is customer service.'' I could hear her tap her nails on her desk. 
 
 I paused, waiting to see if she would say more. She did n't. `` Oh. Uh, okay, I received this letter'' I looked down on the thick black card stock at the fiery red cursive font `` It says that the transaction has been completed and that my soul now belongs to Mephistopheles.'' 
 
 `` Yes. Keep it for your files.'' It's almost as though she did not want to be on the phone. `` Anything else?'' 
 
 `` No, Well yes, I mean, No, you see I never - `` 
 
 `` Look, Adam, Adam Driver, is it?'' She cut me off in a way only someone who is completely disinterested in their job or even customer serivce, would `` I looked you up from your number and it clearly says here that you sold your soul for a majour part in a movie, you made no mention of being able to act. As per the contract, section 47, paragraph 29, subsection b., accepting the contract voids any disatisfaction or complaints.'' 
 
 `` Drover! My name is Adam Drover!'' my infuration was mounting, I started pacing back and forth as far as the phone cable would let me. 
 
 `` No. It says here Adam Driver. You're Adam Driver. I'm looking at your signature now.'' 
 
 `` I am not Adam Driver! Can you help me clarify this or do I have to talk to a supervisor - `` my world suddenly went dark and incredibly hot. A dry, arid hot not unlike the interior of an old metal car baking outside all afternoon in the late July sun. I looked around, no longer was I on the phone or in my kitchen. 
 
 I was not unsure of where I was, the ground was rough black glass, above me was darkness, I could not see the walls or ceiling, there may have been none, but I could not escape the feeling of pressure weighing down on my being. 
 
 Ahead of me I spotted a mahogany lecturn with a dark haired receptionist standing behind it. Her caramel had dark red undertones, very smooth but pimple scared. 
 
 `` Welcome to hell, name and age at death?''
