Fnia After Hours Novels & Stories

"Let's look at these hotel contracts, I need a distraction before my head explodes." We spent the next two hours on the sofa, going over the blueprints and eating chocolate croissants. Mina didn’t come back upstairs. Around noon, Nixie packed up her files. "I have to get back to the office," Nixie said as she put on her coat. "I have a meeting with the contractors at one o'clock." "Thanks for coming over," I smiled and walked her to the door. "Call me later," Nixie said, giving me a tight hug. "And lock your bedroom door tonight, I mean it."

Faye exited and took a sip of water after removing the surgical attire and sanitizing herself. As she changed into fresh clothes, she realized it was already ten at night. She hadn't eaten dinner yet and couldn't arrange the team meal she promised due to James' incident. Noticing Alice come over after closing up the surgical wound, Faye gave a few instructions and left the operating room. "Boss," Wennie greeted, locking eyes with Faye. Uncertain about what Faye had done inside, she was still filled with admiration nonetheless. "A number of people claiming to be neurologists wanted to go in, but we stopped them."

If this didn’t work, she would lose everything—her position, her reputation, and whatever fragile trust she had built with Darwin. The room fell into a tense silence as they waited. Then, an email notification lit up her screen. Thalassa leaned over. “That was fast.” Fiona’s heart pounded as she opened it. From: W.Newton@RKE.com Subject: A Way Out Fiona, It’s unfortunate how quickly people turn on you. I know what it’s like to be cast aside after years of loyalty. I’d hate to see you suffer for something you didn’t do. I have a solution. Meet me at the Blackwood Hotel, Suite 1603, tonight at 10 PM. Come alone.

“I don’t remember asking for you.” The room fell quiet. Faith stared. “Nora… you came here for treatment.” “No.” Nora shook her head slowly, scanning the office like it was unfamiliar. “Why would I need treatment at this hour?” Faith’s voice dropped. “Nora… What time and day do you think it is?” Nora frowned, shivering. “It’s Friday. 8 p.m., of course.” Faith inhaled deeply. “Ah.” “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

The ER doors hissed open as Freya stumbled out, her scrubs spattered with an array of bodily fluids she'd rather not contemplate. She leaned against the cool brick wall, fishing her phone from her pocket. "Fucking hell," she muttered, seeing the time. 9:12 PM. Her shift had stretched well past its scheduled end, as usual. Her fingers flew across the screen, composing a text to Dan: Freya: Just escaped. Unbelievably long day. Lost count of the idiots. Then another bloody car accident. Ready to pass out.

I reply and kiss her. Nila's POV Something feels off. I recall Adrian mentioning an important meeting scheduled for this morning. It’s past nine, and he still hasn’t left his room. Around eight, I heard his phone ring, followed by him speaking with someone. Then, about fifteen minutes later, Tina came by with breakfast, saying Adrian asked her to leave it with me.

Fiona POV Yawning, I roll my neck as I step through the building’s front doors. Five hours of sleep is not nearly enough to be up this early, but I couldn’t show up late for work. Already, I’m an hour behind my usual schedule, coming in right at 8:30 instead of 7:30 or earlier. Nolan kept me here late last night, working on narrowing down the carnival group we’ll be using at the festival. Since the last carnival group didn’t work out, I haven’t had much time to go back to my original list.

They missed. Porcius chewed on something and wiped his right hand on a cloth near his waist. “What? The foragers bagged some nice venison on their trip in the night. Go liberate yourself some from the mess, but it’s a trifle fresh even for my taste.” A good hundred men stood guard facing out into the wilds of Caledonia, to the east alone. Hundreds more performed basic tasks of maintenance and settling in for the afternoon and night, but each kept an eye on the forest.

, Then he turned around and get back to his work. After eating breakfast, Nia got back to her tempting bed, making her feel sleepy again. She didn't have a habit of falling asleep after eating but she guess that is the right thing to do and she did. Maybe because she was tired doing the cooking alone or she still need plenty of sleep because of jet lag. **** Bryce cannot focus on checking important documents and doing some revisions. It's been four hours since their delicious breakfast and its already two in the afternoon but the woman is still in her room.

“Fine. But you’re not leaving until everything is sorted.” Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice even. “Of course.” He stared at her for a beat too long before walking away. --- The office emptied gradually as the day turned into night. By 7:45PM, the building was silent except for a few guards stationed by the exits, their presence part of Daniel’s billionaire lifestyle. Freya sat at her desk organizing documents and trying not to drift off. She hadn’t slept much lately, and Irene’s weakening voice was always in the back of her mind like a ghost tapping on a window.