Completed Bl Novels & Stories

He assured his friend The guys repeated assurance made him feel at peace, and he could concentrate on his work, and then he signed the document Clinton brought in . 2 hours later, they already devised a plan and were ready to carry it out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AVINA'S POV I walked back into the office, and the lady had left. Kate was on a call, so I opened my laptop to do some work. "Where have you been?" She asked as soon as she dropped the call "I went to the design department to see how far they've gone with the designs."

I may not know everything about running away but the more cognitive l remained, the less likely he was going to find me. ~~~~~~~ BLAIR'S POV. I was feeling overworked and irritated as hell. The project me and Blake were working on was going to be the death of me. We had one month to complete a full renovation on an old Victorian house in the heart of savannah and we hadn't even received the blue prints or final plans yet.

she said. “Yes,” I said. “And Catherine,” she said. “Wherever she is.” “I’ll find her,” I said. “She gave us the recording,” Aria said. “She deserves to know the record is complete.” “Yes,” I said. “She does.” We hung up. I sent the email to David. His response came in six minutes. A single line. The record is complete. We keep building. I sat at my desk at Voss Industries on a Friday afternoon in February and felt the specific quality of something fully resolved — not joyful, not triumphant, just done. The specific particular done of something that had needed to be done and had taken twenty-two years to get there.

“All within the 30-day window. No late entries.” Training logs came next. The mid-quarter check-in from August had helped. Completion rate was 97 percent. The missing three percent were staff on approved leave. Make-up sessions were scheduled for next week. Documentation was attached. Elma wrote: _Training completion — 97%. No gaps._ By 1:30 PM the audit was complete. The compliance script ran. The screen paused for three seconds, then displayed the result: *PASS. 1 Minor Finding.* Elma didn’t flinch. One minor finding after two clean quarters was still a win. The team leaned forward.

He really knows how to talk. *** Three months later. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Henry move in and out of the building with his team. The medical project was running smooth—one month ahead of schedule. "Henry's progress report." Julian set the file on my desk. I flipped through it. The numbers were flawless. My phone buzzed. Dad: [Come home tonight. We need to talk.] Me: [Okay.] At four, Enzo knocked and stepped in. "Miss Blanchet, Finley's project has been completed. Ahead of schedule."

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

She snapped back to reality before turning to check on her smoothie. It made her happy to see the smoothie she made. Although Adam did most of the work, Catherine took the credit and Adam didn't mind. In fact he was happy to see her happy. "Good. I think it is cool enough," he said referring to the already warm cookies. "Yes, I can't wait to have a taste." "Hmm, impatient are we?" He threw a bright smile her way before taking the cookies along with him to the dining table while Catherine strolled behind with the smoothie.

Mission accomplished. To be continued.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Only four words. Phase one completed successfully.