Novel & Cerita Charmed Tempus

“What happened between you two? Why will he hate me because of you?” Chara looks at him and stands up, looking at her time. “Its almost ten am. I should be on my way to OESC. Like I had said, I am supposed to be jetlagged. That question of yours, is a story for another day. See you another time, Lil bro. Don’t walk me out.” And she exits the office herself, leaving Arthur with more questions than answers.

“The buyer for this batch is an international firm. Their classifications are stricter. Twenty-eight TPI means a pitch of 0.907 mm. This spec is used for precision equipment. Your tiny adjustment of 0.007 mm could cause cross-threading or strip the mating socket, leading to critical equipment failure. They won’t just fail customs inspection. If we miss the delivery window, we’re looking at massive breach penalties, and our company’s reputation gets shredded. You call that ‘looking for trouble’?” One look at the confusion in Kimmy’s eyes told me her brain was not built to process anything this complicated. Sure enough, the next second, she pouted and looked at me. “Don’t think even for a mome

Lucas' anger seemed to radiate off him, filling the room with an uncomfortable tension. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I understand." ****

The people there are elite. "Of all the people to tick off, you pick HIM? I spent two hours fixing this so they wouldn't pull the contract." Before, I'd probably say sorry—even when it wasn't my fault. Now? I just laughed. Cold and quiet. Leandro Corp had a deal with her company? Oh right... that contract. The one expiring tomorrow. I called my assistant. "Pull all investment from Donna's company. I'll handle the final meeting myself. And starting now, scale down everything in Fremora. Shift operations back to Carmoria."

he answered curtly. "James, you will be joining us for supper at the club tonight at 7," his mother stated sternly. A dial tone followed immediately after. James hung up the phone and groaned. Damn her. James was contemplating his options when a voice came over the intercom that sounded far too young to be the voice of his secretary Mrs. Babbitt. "Mr. Banscroft your 11 o'clock just called to cancel." James stared at the intercom for a minute before remembering Mrs. Babbitt was out for a month and she had requested a temp before she left. The temp! Before he could talk himself out of his stupid idea James pressed the intercom button. "That's alright, thank you. Can you come in to my office fo

"Yes, from a friend. It's normal for you to be suspicious about this but please I need you to trust me. I'll explain more to you when we see." The only thing that calmed Emma a little was the fact that the voice on the other side was feminine. "Okay, but I won't be available. I have things to do during my lunch break" She said. "What about after work? I won't take up to twenty minutes of your time. I promise." Ellie said almost immediately. Emma sighed. "I'll be leaving work late. Will 9 pm be fine for you?" She asked. "Sure!" Ellie answered. "What about the venue?"

Cheeto's scarf made her feel warmer than her brother's jacket did. She took the route she walked on earlier with Cheeto and arrived at her favorite bakery. The smell of freshly baked churros made her stomach grumble the moment she opened the glass door. She was met with the waitress's smiling face as she approached the trays displayed near the glass walls on the right side of the store. She ordered ten slices of Ethan's favorite garlic bread and a dozen chocolate macarons to pig on later. She thanked the staff and exited the store, the cold wind hugging her petite figure almost immediately.

It gave me a reason to stay in the Capital that had nothing to do with sea salt in the air or the dangerous way my body remembered the space he gave me. I was here for Chara. For Anicetus. For House Hades. That was solid ground. I had built my life on worse stone and survived. Still, when I strapped my armor back into place and caught my reflection in the small polished mirror, I saw the lie before I could bury it. Duty had given me something to stand on. Zeno had made me notice how thin the ground had become. The first formal record of Chara’s status was kept in a lower archive near the old eastern courtyard. Of course it was. House Ares had never met a piece of important parchment it didn’

Valencia's began tapping the screen with haste, typing the words that came into her mind without a second thought. ‘No, Unfortunately, I have to wait 3 months for the re-stock and I don’t have enough time to wait for it. News? can't you just tell it now?’ she tapped the arrow pointing upward, sending her official message to Cherry. She placed her phone back on the desk and turns her back to walk around her bed on the right side where the vanity table is placed.

Immediately, the silence of the room was punctured by a high, enthusiastic female voice leaking from the speaker. Charis was currently stationed in the coastal territories. She had just concluded a brief excursion during her solar-cycle leave and sounded remarkably energized. “What has happened to you, Logan? Have you become so buried in the Citadel’s ledgers that you’ve lost the ability to answer a simple summons?” Her voice was bright, carrying a tone of effortless familiarity that made my claws itch to shift.