Attached Novels & Stories

My heart hammered against my ribs as I opened it, expecting a formal termination notice. Subject: Reinstatement of Position - Seraphina Ashford Dear Miss Ashford, after a thorough internal review of the recent administrative incident, we are pleased to inform you that your suspension has been lifted, effective immediately. Your contributions to the Anderson project have been re-evaluated, and we value your continued commitment to the firm. Please report to your desk at 9:00 AM today. All records of the previous dispute have been expunged.

My phone buzzed on the desk between us. I looked at Nathan. Nathan looked at the phone. Neither of us moved to pick it up. It buzzed a second time. I picked it up. Unknown number. No preview. Only a message waiting to be opened, and a small notification banner that read simply, Attachment: 1. I opened it. There was no photograph this time. No composite. No long lens. Only a single line of plain flat text, from a man who had waited nine years to write it.

One would mistake them for corpses, but corpse don't breath, do they? Everyone who's presence was needed is currently in here except Jane. I frowned when all the eyes in the room were pinned in the entrance. " It's the new PA" I saw a bastard whispering and exchanged a knowing look with the man next to him." The name is not important here, look!!" he said nodding her way and then, my eyes landed on red. I followed the movement of her right hand sliding down her left arm in an awkward manner. The thickness of her thighs couldn't be camouflaged underneath that red pencil skirt with the minor split on the left, not looking out for the off-shoulder top that exposed her modest neckline.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I said with a hint of sarcasm. "No. It could be a code." "A code? Chain, We're detectives not fictional characters- hm." I looked at the note. Looks like it was written by an adult. "No... That cant be possible." "Well atleast keep it." I looked at him as his phone rang. "It's miss Prina." He asnwered the phone. Visible confusion and frustration struck his face. "What? Alright, Ill inform Mhorein right away. Thank you." He put his phone back in his pocket.

0 Summary From the perspective of the business, SM can be considered as a valuable tool and an effective platform for strength customer engagement and improving two-way (customer-business) interactions (Sigala, 2012). SMM is widely used in almost every business industry among vary scale of companies including the hotel chain because of its preponderance (Kirtiş and Karahan, 2011). The purpose of this paper is to clarify in which aspect SMM influences hotel chains and what can hotel chains do so that they may take better advantage of it.

ACE I surveyed Miranda from the corner of my eye as I drove to her apartment. She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it.

"The afternoon nurse found her in Skye's bed, clutching her teddy bear. It's probably why she's more attached to you than with me." "I can't wait to adopt them," she chokes, kissing the top of Skye's head.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.