Reaching into his inner coat pocket, he pulled out a sleek black smartphone.
He pressed a single direct speed-dial and brought the phone smoothly to his ear.
His deep, gravelly voice resonated across the terminal like a judge delivering a verdict:
"This is Harold."
He paused as the line on the other end responded with immediate, breathless urgency.
"Ready now."
Eleanor let out a sharp, condescending chuckle. "Harold? Who are you calling, the janitorial union? You two have exactly three minutes before airport security drags you both out onto the curb—"
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