"Is it me, or are getting text messages tinier and tinier?" Without her glasses, Jen was practically blind. She searched her purse, but they weren't there, when suddendly her phone rang. "Great. I can't even see who's calling me. Hello?!" The voice on the other line was distortet, heavily breathing, and uttered: "Looking for something?" "Who is this?" The voice let out a quite and diabolical laugh. "That is for you to find out. At the desk right across from your's sits Jim. He knows everything. If you ask him, you will never see again... Because I will break you're glasses." It hung up.
Jen hesitated, then shrugged. "Okay, who took my glasses?"
"I don't know", Jim said.
The phone rang again. "Hello?" "You lost." The voice was laughing manically, then hung up again, but she could hear it anyway.
Still blind as a mole, Jen dropped onto her chair, screamed "Nooooooo!", then opened her top drawer to take out her second pair. "Now where was I?.... Ah, right. Harassment Lawsuit."