<strong>Seven Steps to Success College, Art Studio B</strong><br/><br/>Alan took notice of the check.<em>Interesting. She had intended to pay me after all. That raises some questions. . .Huh, they avoided the voice mail, and now they are calling back. . . The caller id isn't working, so it's not a number in her phone. . . Well, if I don't say anything, they'll think it's a dropped call. </em>He picked up the phone, and answered silently.<br/><br/>"Hello, younger brother," she said, even though she almost certainly couldn't be more than a year older than he.  "I'm sorry, this is the only number where I knew I could reach you.  We need to talk if you aren't busy.<br/><br/><em>Younger. . . brother? Why would someone be calling someone on Cassandra's phone brother? Oh well, if a male voice answers at least it shouldn't raise suspicion right away. . . </em><br/><br/>"We can talk. . . but, make it quick, the battery is about to go on this thing.There's static on my end, so I can barely hear you as it is. Why are you calling me at this number?" At this point, he had forgotten the money and the check in the purse. He dashed back to a desk to take down  the number and prepared to take notes during the call.<br/><br/>