Dear Client: It’s not you, it’s me.
It was a dark and stormy night. There’s an eerie silence. And then, the phone rings. Its vibrations startle me into attention; I sit up with wonder, eyes scanning the room. Every ring seems to get louder, each reverberation accompanied by a seeming lightning bolt of terror flashing from the screen. With my heart beating faster, I tip-toe over to take a peek — who could it be? As I get closer, horror sets in. I see familiar…