Wrong Number, Right Tiger by Lorelei M. Hart

Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.

The phone and I are not friends. Send me a text any day, but ask me to make a call and I’d rather do anything else, and I mean anything. So when my prospective boss asks me to call to schedule an interview, I nearly withdraw my application. Who does that anymore? My rent answers for me: I do.
I dial the number, expecting someone to answer with the company name. Instead, I get a typical “Hello.” I explain why I’m calling, and he tells me I have the wrong number. That should be that. But no, I have to babble on about how I got to this point. I hear him asking for a date just as I hang-up. Crap.