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In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself. Which was why, even when my phone rang at 3:00 a.m., I managed to resist hurling obscenities at him. “Anything else on the agenda?” I asked. “I need a date for an event tomorrow. Fundraiser. Art gala.” “And you have misplaced your little black book?” “No, it’s in a safe somewhere so that no one can ever get their hands on it and use it for evil.” “You use it for evil,” I said casually. “On occasion. But the real issue is that none of my black book entries are suitable for this kind of thing.”

“You’re Mrs. Cross now. His calendar is your calendar.” She opens the tablet, scrolling with a practiced swipe, and turns it toward me. What looks like a military operation fills the screen. Events are color-coded. Times listed down to the minute. Notes crowding the margins about what to wear, what to say, who matters and in exactly what order.

The most recent date was sometime in May, 1935—almost eighty years ago! Leesa looked at the back cover and saw the familiar barcode sticker libraries used now to keep track of books, but she doubted this one had ever been used to check the book out. She shoved the book back onto the shelf. Cali grabbed Leesa’s hand. “C’mon.” She took Leesa down a couple of different aisles, making what seemed like several random turns. The place was almost like a maze, and Leesa wondered how Cali knew where she was going. Leesa doubted Cali had ever come up here to study—she wasn’t exactly the studious type—and there was no way she could have needed any of these old books. So what had she been doing up here?

she said. The conversation is progressing. “She’s not answering her phone. She's mad at me,” he said. “It’s unsafe to go out and walk in this condition,” she said. “I’ve to bring her these books,” he said. “The risk of getting them wet is high if you insist on leaving now to meet her,” she said. The guy stopped answering. “Hey, it’s okay. Drink your coffee,” she said. “Caleb. My name’s Caleb,” he said.

“Your honesty. Your unpredictability.” I choked on my own breath. “Please don’t say that like it’s a strength.” “It isn’t,” he said calmly. “But it’s useful.” “Wow. Motivational.” For the first time, he almost laughed. Almost. It softened him by like 3%. “Start by checking my schedule,” he said. “Okay. Easy.” I clicked the calendar icon. It wasn’t easy. His entire day was booked. Back-to-back meetings. Calls. One event with “Board”. Another with “Ministers”. Another with “Internal”. And a mysterious slot labelled “S”. Just S.

She inquires, looking at me carefully. Oh right! To schedule a meeting, one needs to pay the booking f*e. That's the policy of our company to avoid people who just want to fool around and end up dropping our company for their events at the last minute. Since that witch was here, that means she paid the damn booking f*e. After how things ended between us, I'll be damned to take up any of her events. That is, if at all she had one. I have a f*eling she used that pathetic excuse to meet with me. Since she dared use that trick on me, she should as well kiss that booking f*e goodbye.

" He mocked her again. Anika took a deep breath and explained to him what the calendar looks like. " It's a piece of paper with numbers on it. There's a date on it with its corresponding month and year. Got it?" She uttered. Karl's eyes widen after Anika detailed the calendar. " Ah, I know that. Here we call it Almanac. Wait I have here inside my room. " he said and went inside his room. Anika waited and finally, she came back with the Almanac.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

After dinner he sat at the kitchen table with the program's first assignment and I worked on the Paris follow-up at the other end of the same table and we occupied the space in the particular parallel silence of two people with real work who had learned to coexist without requiring constant engagement. An hour in he said, without looking up, "The Fontaine quarterly proposal. Did you finalize the spring dates?" "March and June. Yuna is coordinating." "The March timing conflicts with the Tokyo opening." I stopped. Checked my calendar. He was right. "I'll move March to April," I said. "April works. The Tokyo opening is mid-March." "Are you keeping my calendar now?" "I'm keeping mine and occasio

"That's exactly what it is." She nodded slowly. "It suits you. The not bleeding." I almost smiled. "It took long enough." "The best things usually do." She picked up her cup. "Are you going to add Gabriel's birthday to that calendar you keep?" I paused. She knew about the calendar, a small private record I kept of people who mattered, dates worth remembering, nothing strategic, just a quiet personal accounting of the lives that had touched mine. "Yes," I said. "I already did."