Call Me Tuesday Mga Nobela at Kwento

And this time when he said it, it wasn’t the managed answer. It was just true. Monday is done. Tuesday done. Wednesday was coming.

POV: Red I choose Tuesday. Not for any special reason, just that it's a blank slate. No Monday supply deliveries to worry about, no end-of-week bullshit. It's a day for maintenance. For the arrangement. I've been building toward this specific Tuesday for two weeks. I've timed it, watched it, and I know I have a six-minute window. Give or take ninety seconds.

“How about we make it Tuesdays and Sundays? Sundays can be cool. We can relax.” I nodded slowly, realizing that Sundays were just right and perfect. I’d blurted out Mondays and Fridays because I was too nervous earlier. But on second thought, Sundays were usually very quiet in the estate. Hopefully, no one would hear me scream. Get a grip, Clara. “Good,” he said, rising to his feet, bringing my attention back. “Tuesdays and Sundays it is, then.” He started to walk away but paused and turned to me. “I’ll see you later, alright? I have to drop by at the office.”

While in the shower, I may have briefly succumbed to my baser instincts anyway, but at least I wasn’t dedicating my day to them. The receptionist at Ryan’s firm and I knew each other in passing from previous times I’d come here, just like my receptionist knew him. She called up to Ryan without giving me the usual spiel about an appointment, and Ryan entered the lobby a few minutes later. He grinned when he saw me, gripping my hand in a firm shake. “Kaden, what are you doing here on a Tuesday morning?” I shrugged, running my hand through my hair and giving him a mischievous grin. “Haven’t you heard? The cool kids don’t work on Tuesdays anymore.”

____________________________________ Thank you for your patience guys, next will be updated on next Tuesday now, I know it's after a week but this whole week I am gonna be real busy and I don't want to hang you guys, also if I get any free time before Tuesday I will try to update but for now, next Tuesday would be the updating day. Till the next adios

The way he said my name again—that same careful weight from the gym—made my throat close up a little. “That’s a creepy thing to say,” I managed. “Probably.” He didn’t sound sorry about it. “Where are you?” I looked around at my empty front yard, the cold dark, the porch light buzzing faintly overhead. “Outside my house. You?” “Doesn’t matter.” “You called me at—” I checked my phone, “—seven forty-three on a Tuesday night for no reason?” “I called because I left wrong.” I went very still. “What?”

“I could come to the company, bring lunch for everyone, and apologize properly.” Zade nods and mouths, the company. I sigh. “Okay, Mrs. Smith. We can meet at the company. That would be fine.” She smiles through the phone. “It’ll just be Panera.” I chuckle. “That’s fine.” “I’ll come Tuesday. Are you working then?” “Yes. I’ll be there Tuesday. I was going to go Monday, but Tuesday works better.” “Perfect.” I hang up and stare at Zade. “What the fuck was that?”

She replied without even looking back and slammed the door shut on my face while all I could do was chuckle. My phone's bell had me retreat back from the bathroom door before I pulled it out of my pocket. It was Alex. “ I hope you remember what's today?” He asked as soon as I said ‘Hello’. “ It's Tuesday.” I replied in a bored tone even though I knew what exactly he was trying to say. “ Haha! Very funny. Look, I'm rolling over the floor. Now, What's going to happen today?” He asked again in an even more bored tone.

Now, she stood outside of their gates, pressing the doorbell one more time. The maid checked who was outside and upon recognition, she went to the Old Madam, Lillian Forrest. “Madam, Ms. Tuesday Palmer is outside.” “Tuesday? Is Morris with her?” “No, Madam. Only her.” Lillian frowned momentarily. Usually whenever Tuesday comes to visit, Morris would always be with her and they would only come on occasions. “Let her come in.” “Yes, Madam.” As the maid left to open the door for Tuesday, the Old Madam called Morris’s phone. Her grandson picked it up right away.

There was just one phone call I needed to make. “Hey, Sylas, what’s up?” Dimitri answered. “When do you and Cassandra get back in town?” I asked him. “Tuesday. Why?” “Well, you know that business proposition I mentioned? It’s time we had a talk about it,” I told him. “How about lunch on Wednesday?” “I think I can fit you in,” Dimitri replied. “Does that mean you’re happy with what the business is looking like?” “Enough,” I replied. “We’ll talk more on Wednesday.”