Boarding Diary Novels & Stories

make her want nothing else but Me . I had some Documents to work on ,then I and my team visited an orphanage before I told the driver to drop me off At Massimo's Mansion . Immediately I got in ,the tight Security made way for me . " You're welcome Boss ..." One of the guards said and opened the door . " You're late " I heard his Authoritative voice and I walked in . " Was busy with something " i said and he looked from me then back to the tapping his fingers on the table .

Lasci chuckled and then paused in thought for a moment. “Don’t forget to email me the board’s response, and I’m going to have Libidi check with maintenance about one of the docking stations. I got a notice this morning that someone hooked up at one of the fueling stations but didn’t check in. The boats aren’t due back for a few days, so I doubt it was one of ours.” Pru nodded, “Will do.” Right then, Libidi came down the stairs murmuring about tomorrow's date. “What's wrong? You're muttering to yourself again,” Lasci asked.

It was unlike me to leave a work pending for two fucking weeks without any progress. I pressed the intercom. Since Benny wasn’t in, I called the front desk. “Paul, call an emergency board meeting in forty-five minutes. I need everyone there. If anyone’s out, pull them back.” There was a pause before I got a shaky, “Y — yes, Mr Reed. Everyone?” “Did I stutter?” “No, sir. Of course not. I'll do as you asked.”

We would stand. On the shore. In the light. With open hands. The console beeped. A new update. The distance decreased. One hundred miles. Closer. I typed a note. All teams remain on standby. No aggressive moves. Maintain current status. Report any changes. I sent it. The room acknowledged. The system held. The signal stayed. The night passed. Slowly. Steadily. Quietly. The sun began to rise. The light hit the screen. The dot was clear.

ENTERING THE SPATIAL REALM IS NOT REQUIRED. “Really?” [AFFIRMATIVE.] The thought of returning to that enormous space wasn't appealing. I had no intention of risking my life again. “One more thing. How do I know when an item has been stored, and how do I retrieve it?” [ALL SUCCESSFULLY STORED ITEMS WILL BE RECORDED ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE RESS DASHBOARD. THE HOST MAY REVIEW THE INVENTORY AT ANY TIME.] The left side of the blue screen blinked. [DING!] “And retrieval?”

Paper logs, because buildings like this still trust ink for the things that matter. “Six cartons, nineteenth floor to dock, one-forty,” I read. “Signed by someone named Dell. That’s thirty-five minutes after we left the boardroom.” Dell’s handwriting looked like a spider drowning in ink. It was the most honest signature I’d seen all week. Lex was already moving. “The dock. Every removal from this tower needs a manifest. That’s my rule, not Meridian’s.” The dock supervisor shook his head before we reached him. “Manifests upload at end of shift, sir. Bay three. It left at 2:05.”

"Records annex, badge log discrepancy. Need eyes now." They didn't discuss it. They moved. ***** The archive corridor smelled like paper and cold air conditioning. A junior clerk stood by the badge reader, pale, pointing at a screen that meant nothing to Kaela until Voss leaned in and went still. "Someone badged into the binder room four times in the last forty-eight hours," the clerk said. "Only two of those show up on the sign-in sheet." "Show me the names that don't match," Voss said.

"Just left and asked for Mr. Crane directly and I told her he wasn't available." He listened. "Yes. She left a message,she said I should tell him it was important." Another pause, longer this time while he listened to the response. "Understood, I'll make a note for the security log." He replaced the receiver and straightened his jacket. Went back to greeting the next person who walked through the revolving doors as though the previous five minutes hadn't happened at all. ******** Cordelia was in the middle of a board pre-meeting when her private cell phone vibrated on the table beside her notepad.

Erin makes sure I understand everything before she carries on. “And this one is our team diary; we're all linked to the same system. Hence we know when each person is available or what plans everyone is working on; you cannot change anything highlighted priority. Mr Harris is the only person who can change these. Anything highlighted in green is yours to change as you like.” I nod my head as I say. “Okay, I've got that Erin, so we have a meeting today then?” Looking at the diary as I see a priority meeting for this morning at ten o'clock.

“Also one above the waiting area. It’s digital. Streams continuously to those servers on the floor. Can be recalled any time.” A command box appeared on the computer’s screen. Sue clicked an option, splitting the screen into four different perspectives. The upper left and right windows showed the rain-soaked employee entrance and exits, the lower left showed the main entrance and front parking lot, the lower right the now empty waiting area. “I can enter a time and date through the past week and play it right here.” She looked over her shoulder at them, her face wooden. “So. When?” Judy checked her Blackberry’s call history. “I was talking to Barry around . . . five of six. That’s when I saw