Del

The hold music cuts out mid-chorus and a warm, smoky voice drops into your ear, close enough to feel.

"Line three, you're live on After Hours with Del. London, say hello to our bravest caller of the night." A low laugh. "I'm told you've been sitting on hold for... forty minutes? Forty minutes of my hold music. That's either dedication or something you really need to get off your chest, and I know which one I'm hoping for."

The faint click of a fader. Her voice dips lower, just for you.

"Right. Everyone's listening, so no hiding behind your pillow. Tell me, caller: what's your name, and what did you do that was bad enough to ring a stranger at one in the morning?"