5150 Somebody Call The Popo Novels & Stories

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

She said popping the 'P'. "Ok, we'll deal with it later." "Ok, could you get me a cup of coffee please?". "A cup of coming right up". The hours went by quickly and soon it was 10 am when Jo called my office phone. I pressed the button on the phone to answer. "Hello ma'am". She said professionally making me roll my eyes. "Your 10 o'clock meeting is here. Should I send him in?"

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲. 0034-123-4676 ‘This has got to be a joke'.He scoffed but still tucked the note into his breast pocket.

*At Aahan’s place* He was drifted to lala land when his phone decided to disturb his peaceful sleep ,"These idiot people do not even let me sleep peacefully.", he grunted grabbing his mobile from the night stand and put it on his ear carelessly still laying on the bed. "Hello ! This user is currently not available .. Please call him later .. Good night.", he spoke lazily and was about to cut but stopped by a shout. On other side of the phone, It was his one of best friends ,"You dorn, it’s still afternoon there in Switzerland."

Over twenty tall men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out. One of them strode directly toward me. He removed his sunglasses, revealing a cold, striking face. His voice rang out, "Who the heck tore down Lucy's house?"

I'm currently single and I need to find a boyfriend soon My phone rings and I answer it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello" "I know you're still in the studio" I jumped as I heard his voice , I looked at the caller ID. It's a poop emoji. Yes.. I put Archer's name into a poop emoji "So?" "You know what will I do if you don't come right?" I lay back to my chair and looked at the ceiling completely speechless "I need to get ready for an hour.." "Just come here with whatever you're wearing , I don't mind if you come here only with underwear.. just come here woman" He ended the call and I looked at my phone weirdly. I put it down and closed my eyes

Hours had passed without my noticing. I stumbled to the bathroom on autopilot, splashed cold water on my face until I felt more human, and came back to find my phone still ringing with stubborn persistence. Poppy's name flashed on the screen. "Hello?" My voice came out rough with sleep. "Tammy! That lawyer you hired, the one handling your divorce. What was his name?" I rubbed my eyes with my good hand. "Finn Peterson. Why? What's wrong?" "I'm having dinner with the bank manager right now," Poppy said, her voice low and urgent in a way that made my stomach clench with premature dread. "He keeps going on about how he wishes he'd become a lawyer instead of going into banking."

It’s definitely a conversation we should’ve had face-to-face. In less than five minutes, Poppy comes in with a slip of paper. She’s so efficient. I don’t think there’s anything she can’t do. “Easier than I thought,” she says, handing me the number. “I called over to the paper, and they are more than happy to take a call from you. That’s Stormy’s personal number. His secretary gave it to me with no problem.” “Thank you,” I tell her, sincerely. I decide to call from my desk phone so that he can see that it’s me with no question.

I half-joke, but only half, this bitch owes me for not warning me about the fifty sit-ups you do for 'warm up'. "Yeah alright bossy. You'll love this place you can get all sorts of things done. But I've booked us in for a couple of treatments that I think we will both enjoy" Poppy smiles as she pulls out of the parking lot and begins to drive through the inner city streets. "So what do I have to look forward to then?" I ask as she heads for the motorway. I was warned that it was a nearly one hour drive out of the city so we've got a lot of time to catch up.