Then, a crinkle. "Ah," the old man whispered. "Here it is. OmniCash. Red and gold."
She clicked answer.
The old man on the other end fumbled. She heard a drawer open, the rustle of envelopes, a sigh. "It's not... I don't have it in front of me. My son gave it to me. For the trip." prepaid cards enquiry
Marta felt the lump in her throat rise. She wasn't supposed to do this. She wasn't a therapist, a priest, or a daughter. She was a "Prepaid Cards Enquiry" agent. Her job was zeroes and ones. Then, a crinkle
"Sir," she said. "Your balance is two hundred dollars." OmniCash
She clicked. "Thank you for calling OmniCash. You’re through to Marta. How can I help with your prepaid card enquiry today?"
Marta minimized the balance-check tool. She opened a blank notepad. "Tell me about Leo. While you look for the card."