The Receptionist Who Could Put You on Hold Forever

They called her Ms. Gable. She didn’t just man the front desk—she was grown into it.

For forty years, Ms. Gable worked reception in a bland corporate building. She never took a lunch break. Never left the board. According to office legend, the company had wired her nervous system directly into the building’s main fuse box and a massive Operator’s Mate switchboard. The black cables that coiled around her desk weren’t just wires—they pulsed like veins.

She routed every call. And if she didn’t like your tone, she could do more than hang up.

Workers whispered about “infinite hold”—a static-filled void between floors. People said if Ms. Gable patched your extension there, you’d step into the elevator on a Tuesday and come out weeks later, starving and disoriented… if you came back at all.

Then Zip Miller from the mailroom tried ...