EnglandXReader WWII CallThe time, was Vorld Var IIEnglandXReader WWII Call1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
This job as a radio operator can bite my ass. I truly wanted to be off in Europe doing more important work than sitting at a desk all day with a whole bunch of other women. In a cramped room with small fans that did nothing to keep the heat out. Men here had the freedom of showing more skin than us girls, so it was common for someone nearby to faint from the summer temperature. Yet we continued to suffer in this hellhole for the money to support ourselves.
I sighed, someone just had to call me. The one person in this place who was ready to flip some tables over and burn this place to the ground. "What do you want?"
The man cleared his throat, "Miss, I have a very important message for Alfred F. Jones, whom I presume to be your boss."
"Your name, sir?"
"Sorry, he won't be speaking with anyone for a while." Calmly I sat filing my nails as if I was talking on the phone with my mother.
"E-excuse me?! I said this message was