Eddie Munson Room Novels & Stories

She said, not remembering to greet but I really didn't care. "Good," I said. "Where's Edgar?" "He is in the monitoring room. He pulled out the files the moment I finished talking to you." I didn't respond, I just nodded and made my way down the long hallway to the restricted security zone. My ID card swept through the magnetic reader with a quiet beep and the steel door cycled open with a mechanical sigh. The monitoring room was dark, lit only by the blue light of several monitors. Edgar was leaning against one, hands on hips, watching frames that ought to have displayed a live shot from the lobby.

Ace lied. The doctor scanned us, she seemed suspicious, but she had reluctantly let us in. I knew we were being watched, I felt it, but Ace and I still made our way to see Edward. They led us to the basement of the hospital which I did not even knew existed. We had to make a lot of turns, passed by a lot of rooms until we finally stopped. Room 076. We entered and found a neat and tidy room. If we had not gone through all those hallways just now, I would have thought this was just an average room of a college student. It was well organized, and it had everything a student would need.

A blinking red dot appeared near the top. "Transmission originated." He paused, and Damien watched the pause land in everyone's shoulders at once. "Here." The red dot settled over a section of the executive floor. Conference Room Seven. Julian's frown deepened. "That room's been under renovation for months." "It was supposed to be empty," Marcus said quietly. Damien faced the security chief, voice flat, final. "I want it opened." "Already on the way."

The war room, as Devon had christened it that first morning over breakfast, occupied what used to be a music room on the estate's second floor—high ceilings, ghost-pale outlines on the walls where paintings had once hung, now replaced by monitors, whiteboards, and a long steel table cluttered with case files. It smelled faintly of old wood polish beneath the newer scent of coffee and printer toner, an odd collision of old money and new war.

Mary said, giggling lightly. Melody was about to reply when Edith suddenly walked to them. “Mary, we need to have a meeting right now,” she said, stopping before the two of them. **** “So, Marie from the Mortimer mansion called me. Something weird is going on,” Edith said. They were now all sitting around an oval table on the plane in a room that was completely soundproof. The room had dark brown curtains hanging all around it, and the table has a black cloth spread over it.

He was smiling too wide, the way men smile before a storm they think will miss them. The four of them—Lenny, Sasha, Mazzo, and Mr. Marino—stepped away from the music and the cameras, slipping through the pavilion and into the house. Vince shadowed them without a sound, Marco veering off toward the side corridor to secure the exit. The music dulled behind heavy doors as they entered the old music room, the air sharp with polished wood and old money. No one sat. “I’ll be plain,” Lenny said, his voice filling the quiet like a commandment. “We’ve made changes to the arrangement.”

Hailey's POV I hurried into the hospital with Mia and Jessy trailing behind. My heart was pounding in my chest. The moment I stepped up to the nurse's desk, I blurted out, "Please, where’s Mrs. Edmond admitted?" "Room 300," she said, barely glancing up.

Still, she persisted and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Get off! This is rape! "Help! "Jamie Mason, touch me and I'll kill you…!" … Edwin was too busy to show up, so Cedrick intended on leaving the clubhouse. As he walked past the corridor, he spotted two bodyguards dressed in black guarding the door to Room 6806, smoking their cigarettes. The elevator was taking forever, and as he waited, he could hear the faint noises of things being thrown around from inside the room. His frown deepened. Riverdale Entertainment Club was an entertainment club under Edwin's management, and the top floor rarely opened for ordinary guests to ensure the quality of the guests that had access to the top floor

"You've got three more days. If my boss still hasn't seen Ms. Adler by then, your son goes into the soundproof room. Nothing gets through those walls, not a sound." Dean's face twisted, savage. "You wouldn't dare!" Mars smiled. "When it comes to Ms. Adler, there's nothing my boss wouldn't dare." Of course, this was all meant to frighten Dean. Edward was, at that very moment, staying with Mars's son, in a bright and spacious room. Dean stared after Mars's retreating back, then snatched up the teacup beside him and hurled it to the floor. It shattered into pieces, scattering like the fragments of his own shredded composure.

Knowing that he meant well, she looked into his limpid eyes and said with a smile, “Well, I’m not a millionaire, so we won’t be going anywhere too fancy. Maybe somewhere nearby. Uh, what do you think of the place, Unrestrained Heaven? It’s somewhere to the south of here.” Unrestrained Heaven was right outside the west gate of the school. It was not a huge establishment and was somewhat in the above-average range. It was not crude, but it was not classy either. Vivian was still traumatized by Edward’s resemblance. She also did not like him using his influence against her. Naturally, she did not want to be alone with him in a room, thus she booked a booth on purpose. She had always been punctu