Novel & Cerita Fnia After Hours

This was her first night of real peace since Marcus Webb's arrest a week ago. I reached over and placed the phone face-down on the nightstand, completely cutting off the blue light. Nadina's messages could wait. The Paris deal could wait. Whatever corporate crisis existed at night would still be there in the morning. I would handle it over coffee at six o'clock, long before we had to leave to meet her father. I closed my eyes, pulled her slightly closer into my warmth.

I reminded him the last time we trusted one office with sensitive records, someone tried to burn my clinic down. He conceded the point. That night, I stayed late again. The clinic was quiet except for rain and the low hum of ward charms. I walked past Nia’s chamber before going to my office. She was asleep near the window, one huge hand resting close to the glass, her new nameplate visible in the soft hallway light. Nia Reed. Patient. For now, that was enough. In my office, Daniel waited with two cups of tea. “You keep appearing in my workplace after hours,” I said.

“That guy lived here. Three extensions. What was he even doing in town?” Sienna closed the reservation. 1104 went vacant on the screen, a clean little lie. “Closing something,” she said. Her phone stayed dark until 11:40, when she was counting petty cash. Unknown / not unknown anymore: Do you eat after midnight when you’re not being paid to stand behind marble. She stared at it through a whole column of numbers. Then: Sienna: Tomorrow. 12:40 a.m. Not the hotel. There’s a diner on Pike that doesn’t care who signed whose folio.

Although, that time, they agreed to met early before noon for a brief meeting with Ropert-man. Fiora got home, and as she normally would do every other day, quietly went straight for her room. She would usually crawl into her tiny bed and slept till whenever her body woke her up. Lately, as she had started with her new challenging tasks, and no matter the amount of pestering questions shed always got from Aiden, she still wouldn't leave the house until it was late at night. She also never uttered a word as to why she preferred going out only at night. Aiden was usually in charge of the food preparation, assisting the women cooking and running any quick errand that might be needed. He also br

Chapter 50 Not Friends NIA’S POV When I opened my eyes, it was morning already. I didn't know when I slept off. I must have been tired. Dragging my lazy self from the bed, I got ready for the day and headed to the clinic after checking the greenhouse to be sure the plants were doing fine.

Six months later… The rich aroma of the food wafted through the air as Nina stirred the curry with one hand, attentively listening to the news on her phone. Just then, her phone began to ring. Switching her phone to speaker mode, Nina answered the call. “Hey!” “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight. We’re going to the Fantasy nightclub.” Nora’s voice came through the line. “Again? It’s the third time this month.” It seemed like the nightclub had become their go-to destination recently.

By her stance, it was clear that she was unhappy. “Hey there! What are you doing out here?” Pam asked as she struggled to stand up; using Darryl’s shoulder for leverage. Fiana took a long, dramatic, drag from the joint she was smoking before saying, “I needed air. Who is this?” Not waiting for a formal introduction, Darryl sprung to his feet and extended hand. “Hey Fiana. At last we meet,” he said eagerly. “I am Darryl. How are you?” “Tired. It’s 3:00 am.” Fiana spat as she turned,

I realized he probably has better connections than I do, so I was happy to trust his advice. “Should I take you to see her tonight for counseling?” “Sure. Does she work after hours?” “Yes, many business people can only get a chance to seek help after the close of normal work hours. They can’t get away during the day.” Nate had to work in the afternoon, so after lunch he returned to the hospital. I wandered around the area for a while. I called Marina at the office, and told her I would be taking two days off work to get some rest.

she finally said, turning to look at me across the dim room. She began running her fingers through her freshly washed hair to fluff it up with even more body and volume. Distracted by this display, I missed a narrow opportunity for follow-up questions about Nina and her odd availability for pre-dawn meal dates such as these. “I’ll be back for dinner by six,” Fiona continued, her tone matter-of-fact. “See you then.” “Okay. Sounds great. I’ll see you then.”

' She trailed off, sipping her coffee to hide the warmth blooming in her chest—and lower. The rest of the day dragged, meetings blurring into calls, but Vardo's shadow clung. By evening, as the West Wing emptied, Nia lingered, tweaking a paragraph until the halls fell silent. She locked up, the click of her heels echoing on tiled floor as she headed to her Georgetown apartment. The drive was a blur, city lights streaking past, her mind wandering to safer fantasies.