30 Roman Numeral Novels & Stories

The day flies by as I tick off each job on my to-do list one by one. Bea tells me to slow down, that Rome wasn’t built in a day, and that there are things that can wait until tomorrow but she just smiles and nods when I tell her that things need to get done. She knows me well enough to see through my excuses.

“The will's been public for two hours.” “I move efficiently,” I say. “There's a difference.” “Is there?” I sit. I don't order anything, which I can see unsettles her slightly — good, I want her paying attention to the details, because the details are where I'm most convincing. “I'll be direct, since I imagine you've had enough people today dancing around what they actually want. My company has spent ten years trying to break into freight lanes your grandfather locked down before either of us could vote. You have thirty days to marry someone or lose everything you were just handed. I'm proposing we solve both problems at once.”

Bea even mentioned some of their known brands but all of them were confused as they never really heard any brands in their company- except Ming, Amber, and Hana. BNVTR Companies is a brand company that has so many sub-company that manages clothing lines, materials needed for phones, cars, and many more. “I don’t know, I still haven't told Mom about the trip” MJ sighs as his shoulder lowered. “Really? I’m pretty sure Auntie will agree with it, just tell her later since our trip would be in the last week of the month” Dylan said as he approached MJ and patted his back. MJ smiles widely and nods his head.

Before unfolding it. Written on the almost yellow note is a scribble of a child's handwriting. It's a bit hard to read. "Mom sed—those this means said?" I wrinkle my eyes in thin slit. "Mom said to go to the bathroom, but—" But what. I look at the bottom of the note and in a small fading colour, a string of clear words are written. DON'T LOOK BACK. Don't look back, don't look back. Despite the warnings ringing in my ears—

I gently stroked her rough, weathered face as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. "Ruby." For the first time in thirty years, Ruby heard the voice she had longed for. A sob escaped her lips. "I'm here, Dad." I gently patted her head. "You're so much older now." She had grown old, too, but I kept those words to myself. From the looks of it, life had not been easy on her. Whether it was guilt that had haunted her for decades or the hardships she had endured along the way, the years had clearly left their mark.