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Torchwood didn't get a lot of phone calls. Not on their so called "office" line anyway. There were the occasional calls from the Home Office and UNIT, complaining about this or that, but often those went to straight through to Jack's direct line, and if too many came through, the number mysteriously had a habit of changing overnight. It paid to have a good relationship with British Telecom.
When the phone rang, Ianto politely answered, just as he always did. A minute later he was awkwardly standing on the threshold of Jack's office, knocking hesitantly.
'What is it?'
'Er, there's a phone call for you.'
'Who is it?'
Ianto cleared his throat awkwardly. 'Henry Parker.'
That did take Jack by surprise.