"Channel Eight. 'The freshest news in New York.' May we help you?"
I always loved the way they peddled information as though it were Wonder Bread.
"Donna Austen please."
"One moment please." There was a click, then another voice. "Channel Eight news desk."
"Donna Austen please."
"Who's calling please."
"Matthew Walton. Tell her it's business, not personal." Enough please's.
"Thank you, Mr. Walcan."
"Walton."
"Thank you." On came the Muzak.