<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.pngkey.com/png/full/889-8891004_calling-girl-png-call-center-girl-png.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belinda Taylor<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Ambitious Workaholic<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Agent (Outbound Voice)<br/><br/>Belinda was too busy chuckling to herself about that whole business with Tserin and Tom to notice that she was leaving Sam behind, at least at first. There was something she just loved about pretending to help. She had no idea who Tom was, let alone whether he was any good. But that wasn’t the point! The point was that Tom was likely to be pleased about what Belinda had said. And if Tserin made it through her first few days (always doubtful), then it’s likely that Tom wasn’t complete garbage, and therefore Tserin would seem wise and well-connected. Of course, it was possible that Tom was completely awful; in which case Belinda would probably never see Tserin again. Belinda couldn’t lose.<br/><br/>She went to the urn and pressed the lever, but no water came out. Opening the top, she saw that it was empty again. The company could have shelled out for a hot water tap that was connected straight to the plumbing, but no, they had this stupid urn that needed refilling all the time. While refilling the urn, she chatted with Victoria. “How many have you done?”<br/><br/>“Six,” Victoria replied. “You?”<br/><br/>“Four,” Belinda grumbled. “I got put on hold for ten minutes by a guy who didn’t finish.”<br/><br/>Victoria chuckled, “Who’d have thought you’d be here complaining about a man who takes a long time and doesn’t finish!”<br/><br/>“I know, right,” Belinda replied. The urn was full enough for a couple of cups of water now. Belinda wasn’t going to fill it further because she wanted to be sure the water would boil before her break was over.