Go Set A Watchman Novels & Stories

They all hung their heads low in shame. "And now I can't find my fucking Franck Muller Aeternitas Mega 4 watch!" He finally screamed, "You all should fucking get out of my sight." They all scrambled out of the room before their boss decides to start throwing things at them. Daniel threw his head back on his pillows and cursed out. He knew Red took his watch and when he got his hands on her, he was going to kill her this time. Red looked at the watch in her hand trying to find what was so peculiar about it for it to cost $2.7 million dollars.

She inhaled and exhaled gradually till her heart jolted once again after hearing a door swung open. She turned and saw Tony standing outside his office but blocking her view was the security guard who had led her into the Chairman’s office, walking towards her from Mr. Wright office. “Miss Udoh, you forgot your wrist watch.” He said in an almost whisper voice, handing her the brown, leather wrist watch. “I didn’t realize it slipped from my hands. Thanks.” She said then collected the wrist watch from him. She watch him head back into the Chairman's office and her gaze fell back on Tony, beholding him in a clear view.

“This is personal for you, isn't it? I cannot even imagine what it was like to be trapped with that monster for four years.” A wry smile curved my lips. “It was hell, but I know that what these kids are going through is much worse. It kills me that we cannot free them tonight.” She held my gaze. “You're a brave woman, Poppy. Brave and strong. And I'm glad you chose me for this job.” I nodded. “We're lucky to have you.” Walter and Daniel joined us a moment later, both dressed in a hundred-grand suits. “This watch costs more than my year's salary,” Walter muttered, surveying the Cartier watch on his wrist.

Dad nodded, and a bodyguard slapped that colleague to the ground. "That's impossible!" Dad pulled out a tablet and showed it to everyone. "The person who really caused the mayor to miss the critical treatment window and led to the amputation is Melissa Cross. I have surveillance footage as proof!"

Their hands, locked together in a white-knuckled tug-of-war over a sleek, black smartwatch. A cold splash of memory hit me. The watches. I'd bought the matching pair last Christmas, top-of-the-line, with GPS and a proximity alert. A mother's paranoid gift. *‘If we get separated by more than ten yards, it'll beep, buddy. So I'll always find you.'* Ben had thrown his on the penthouse marble a week later, calling it "lame." Isabella gave him some flashy, game-covered plastic thing. My watch had sat in a drawer, a monument to rejected safety.

Seth is a man who relies heavily on primal instincts, and he does not tolerate any disrespect toward his pack leaders. "You need to watch your tone when you speak to my Boss," Seth warns in a low, vibrating growl that fills the entire room and rattles against the wooden furniture. "You are standing inside our secured floor, and we have twenty armed men waiting directly outside those double doors. If you raise your voice again, I will personally throw you out of this hotel through the glass window, and I will not regret the action at all."

"I still haven't settled the score for you beating me. That's a nice watch—I'll take it as payment for my medical bills." As soon as I finished speaking, a bodyguard stepped forward from behind me, snatched the watch from Jack's hand, and respectfully handed it to me. When Jack saw his last valuable possession being taken, he desperately tried to get it back. But my bodyguard kept him at bay, making it impossible for him to touch me. I sneered, casually dropped the watch on the ground, and crushed it thoroughly under my heel. This watch was Jack's hope, and I was determined to destroy it.

And the longer it sits there, the more it burns. I pace the library aisles until the silence feels suffocating, then slip outside into the brittle daylight. The bell hasn’t rung yet. The courtyard is mostly empty. For a second, I think I’ll just walk—anywhere, nowhere—clear my head before this thing eats me alive. I need to take the watch off. I will take it off. I’ll return it to Zane—make it clear. Wearing it isn’t just a mistake. It’s a betrayal.

"Is this a wedding gift that you've prepared for me, Callista?" I lacked the courage to look into his eyes, so I nodded demurely. Nathan chuckled softly before extending a hand to me. "Please put it on for me, Callista." I knew that Seth and his friends were watching my every move. Without hesitating, I presented the watch that I had spent a long time picking out at the department store. The moment my cold fingertips made contact with Nathan's warm skin, I could feel a surge of heat passing through me. For some reason, that heat strummed a tender heartstring from within.