Ray's eyes bulged wide. The voice that just barged straight into his ears made his whole body go tense — not scared, but straight-up suspicion exploding in his head.
The accent… super thick. Super obvious. Not local, not the regular kind.
"Hello sir! Big congratulations! You have won the grand international lottery prize — one million dollars! This is Officer David from the claims department. Sir, to process your one million dollars, we need to verify your identity and bank details. Please do not hang up, sir—"
Ray let out a harsh scoff right away. Eyes narrowed, hand gripping the phone so tight his knuckles turned white.
'Scam. Classic as fuck. Accent's way too fucking obvious, man. Today really is my unlucky day, damn.'
He didn't waste time. Voice flat, cold, full of all the frustration that'd been stacking up all day.
"Go to hell."
The scammer on the other end freaked the fuck out. Voice jumped an octave, fake pleading tone.
