[The travesty unfolds like this: Ghost is expecting a text response back from Lestat, not a phone call, when she hastily puts her device away and resolves to ignore whatever response she's about to receive at that. Unfortunately, she's also assuming he's going to have a lot to say, and thus will be typing frenetically for a while, which is why when her phone rings almost immediately thereafter, she assumes it's a work call about some problem elsewhere on site or with the suppliers —
And because she's been going at a speed of twenty miles a minute lately, she automatically activates the speakerphone when she unthinkingly answers the ring.
Which. Is how. The entire workshop is treated to Lestat's tirade, cranked to full volume like all her other calls to ensure that whatever is said can be heard over the din of construction.
Whoops.]
Hel— fuck me!
[Exclamatory, not literally.]
...Well, you've. Amply impressed your intentions on the entire construction site, for one thing. Hi, Lestat.
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And because she's been going at a speed of twenty miles a minute lately, she automatically activates the speakerphone when she unthinkingly answers the ring.
Which. Is how. The entire workshop is treated to Lestat's tirade, cranked to full volume like all her other calls to ensure that whatever is said can be heard over the din of construction.
Whoops.]
Hel— fuck me!
[Exclamatory, not literally.]
...Well, you've. Amply impressed your intentions on the entire construction site, for one thing. Hi, Lestat.