Ember Hours Novels & Stories

‘Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t. -Bill Nye Ember The next morning, after breakfast, Wren showed me around the pack village. I got to meet the business owners and looked around the area. Each person I was introduced to, Wren, would tell them that I was Luna Ember. Everyone greeted me with a smile and shook my hand. They were all eager to talk to me and tell me about what they did. I didn’t meet one grumpy person and that said a lot about what was going on here.

Ember: Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4. It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.

She looked up from the screen to see her. "Yes?" Mrs. Byrne looked at her with a smile. "Can you come with me for a moment? We need to discuss the days you requested off for the wedding and honeymoon." Emma nodded, got up from her chair, locked her screen with a password, and followed Mrs. Byrne into her office. She offered her a seat, and Emma sat down, waiting for her boss to say something. "Well, Emma, with the new merger with the Müller company, we'll have more work, and..." she paused, "There will be quite a workload once you return from your honeymoon."