Five More Hours By Chris Brown 소설 & 이야기

The second with a shattered jaw. I ran. Dawn found me at a human airport. I dialed a number I never thought I would use. "Dean Thorne. This is Selene Nightshade." His voice was calm. "I was wondering when you would call." "I need to report Alistair Blackthorn. Infidelity. Abuse. Misuse of restricted Moonflower Essence resulting in a death. Desecration of remains." I held my breath. "I have evidence. Recordings. Everything." A pause. Then: "The council will hear it. Come to the liaison office. I will send Gideon Frost to meet you."

" I felt something inside me snap. I stood in the shadows, feeling like a laughingstock that had been stripped of my dignity. I had worked diligently for five years and never complained. I did the work of three people, working overtime until dawn without ever daring to ask for overtime pay. I negotiated discounts to save the company money and pushed through projects even when I was sick, just to meet deadlines. Looking back, it seemed I was the biggest joke in the world. "Alright, don't worry about her anymore." Grant yawned. "When you get back to the private room, remember to offer her another toast. Butter her up, okay? We need her to slave away on that big project next year.

She embraced me and we stood there in each others arm until I heard an applaud followed by a loud annoying whistle. The unwanted noise drew our attention as we both stared to the direction of the noise. It was Chris. He was sitting on one of the thick branches of an oak tree. "What are you doing up there?" I asked. "I don't know... maybe just watching two people embrace for..." He glanced at his wrist watch. "...one minute forty five seconds and counting." I shook my head. "You're really jobless, Chris. Jordan... I mean Lord Saints really punished you by getting rid of your job."

He looks in the way of the flowers beside the window once again and he says through seething teeth, “We will spend, no more but five minutes in here. Otherwise, I don’t mind if we get models or not.” Chris finally puts his feet on the floor and he sighs loudly and then, he says under his breath, “That was a close call. Where the hell is this CEO that is almost getting him to kick my ass?”

“I’d finish it up as soon as I can’ “No, not as soon as you can. You’d be done in ten minutes. “ Brown glanced at her face. It wasn’t exactly anger. There was a hint of panic in her voice. She really didn’t joke with her job. He loved her even better feisty. “Forward the bit you have done to me. I’d be much faster” “I’d hurry” “I wasn’t suggesting, Brown” Oh. His mind was still echoing with Jeff’s threats. Four days. He had four days.

“You scared me for a second there. Thought I’d sent you over the edge with my terrible singing skills.” I barked out a laugh, shaking my head, “They weren’t terrible.” “But they weren’t good either,” Shawn smirks, elbowing Chris in the side. “You’re just jealous your air guitar was shit,” Chris mutters under his breath, “I’m going to take a shower. Call out when those brownies are down,” he backs away, “You know I like em’ fresh and moist,” he winks, and I nearly vault the silicone spatula at him.

The fifth day after Eric’s return to the back, Chris went missing. ------

Covering her bare chest and trying to pull up the body of her dress. “Sorry to disturb you. I just thought you should know I was here.” The guy stood up. Melissa could see him in the dim light. His short blonde hair shinning in the dim glow, his green eyes seemed luminous in the dark, Melissa could tell he worked out. “I’m Chris.” Chris stuck his hand out for Brock and Melissa to shake. “I work for Evans construction.” “I’m Melissa this is my boyfriend Brock.” Melissa said quietly. Brock shook Chris’s hand. “We’ve already met. At the bar earlier.”

“Come on Ethan. Give him the ten minutes. Let’s wait outside.” “But why?” Ethan snapped. He tried to pull his arm back but Chris held on. “We do not have time for secrets. Tell us what you are doing Jovian. Is this some drunk idea? You drank too much didn’t you? I can smell it on you.” “Very drunk,” I muttered. “Just go. Ten minutes.” Chris pushed Ethan out into the hallway while Ethan was still talking over him. “This better be worth it. ”