Barriss Offee Novels & Stories

Tension hung thick in the CEO’s office at Barrett Group. “She rejected our offer?” Timothy stared at the report on his desk, his brow furrowing into a tight knot. “Yes, Mr. Barrett.” The HR manager’s forehead glistened with sweat, his voice trembling slightly. “We followed your instructions precisely—extended the most generous offer to Zoe. Annual salary in the eight figures, lead credit on core company projects, a dedicated independent studio. Despite everything, she refused. Just sent an email rejecting it outright.”

The dress shirt was so tight around his biceps I wondered how he didn’t just split them any time he bent his arm at the elbow. He gave me another friendly smile and led me down the stairs and behind the kitchen to another door which led to the basement stairs. He flicked on the lights, and I followed him into the finished underground level. There was a mini bar and lounge set up, with leather couches and a large-screen TV mounted on the wall. In the opposite direction was a glass-walled home gym. There was a variety of equipment inside, including a treadmill, stationary bike, and rowing machine, as well as a variety of free weights.

Serena put on a thin smile when she met the GM. The masculine scent of peppermint perfume now clashed with the girl's orange blossom fragrance. And so it is with the gaze of the Masters who thrust their eyes at each other. For a moment, Barra swallowed her saliva when she saw the bold outfit worn by the former. Honestly, since the 2 days of their reunion, Barra was obsessed with Serena. Either the obsession wants to have or wants to torment the ex. Only Barra can answer that for now. “Do I need to take your arm, boss?" asked Rena, tilting her face.

My body still hummed from the night before, and the scent of something burning, maybe toast? Ofelia stood in the tiny kitchen, wearing a pair of black leggings and a soft, oversized T-shirt I hadn’t seen before, her hair twisted into some haphazard bun that looked far too good for something so lazy. Mochi mewed at her feet like a furry, impatient shadow, and Spitfire lounged on the windowsill like she owned the place. “Breakfast of champions,” Ofelia announced, lifting a plate like a prize. “Slightly burnt toast and salvaged empanadas. I make no apologies.”

and Off " Hey what took you so long?" Oab shouted while running towards my location " uhmm, sorry," I said I was shocked when he holds my hands and gripped them tightly, I saw how Off smirk, I tried removing my hand but Oab gripped it tighter. " are you going to watch this movie as well?" Jeed said " yes" Oab answered " What a coincidence then, we are going to watch this as well" Jeed proudly said as she wrapped her arms on Off's elbow

“Cough… cough…” Baldwin coughed lightly, attracting both Jerome and Bari’s attention before subtly gesturing them with his eyes to continue, that the whole court was waiting for him to speak. “Ahem…” Bari tried to clear his throat with a sheepish grin as he walked back to where his men were standing, Credi in the lead. He straightened his posture as he turned to face Orseus “Gotta few weeds that we pulled out from the land. My good friend suggested returning them to where they came in style.”

The gesture of someone extending something without attaching a name to what it was. I crossed the bar. The booth was full. Patterson and the sophomore had taken one side. Marcus was at the near end of the other side. The remaining space was beside Callum. I took it. The booth was not designed for four people plus the width of two athletes built the way we were built. I was aware of this immediately. I was aware of it in the specific way of someone cataloguing physical information that their body was registering before their brain had finished deciding what to do with it.

Lewis said. The door swung open aggressively. Standing there was Barbie in her silk pajamas and messy hair framing her annoyed face. The moment she saw Lewis, her face contoured with fierce anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she spat. Lewis pointed at her dramatically. “See? This is exactly the energy I’m talking about.” Then Barbie noticed the officers. “What’s this?” she asked, pointing at them. The male officer spoke calmly. “Miss Barbara Bennett?” “Yes?” Barbie answered with a nonchalant attitude.