Going To Meet The Man Novels & Stories

“Let’s do it. I want to meet this angel investor in person. See what he’s made out of.” Time to go to work.

Waited long enough. "Jane!" That's mom's second calling. If I don't get out to go meet her and she calls me the third time, I know I'm done for. There's only a few seconds between this call and the next one so I have to be very fast lest she comes in here. It's not like I can delay the inevitable though. I'm going to meet with the man whether or not I like it. And we're moving into his house today whether or not I have something to say about it, which mom has made it clear that I don't.

Now that the man had come to her, of course she had to meet him. Vanessa took a deep breath and pulled herself together. Then, she said in a calm tone, "Okay, where do you want to meet tomorrow?" The man said, "I just got here, so I'm not familiar with the city. You can decide on the place instead, Miss Vanessa." Vanessa thought for a moment and said, "Let's meet at Autumn Cafe in Boston Plaza at 2 p.m. tomorrow afternoon." The man said. "Sure." After receiving an answer from the other side of the phone, Vanessa immediately hung up the phone. Then, she called the lawyer who was responsible for her case. "Miss Young, that man just contacted me."

He seems to think a moment, looking at me with a mixture of concern and pride. “Alright, but if I get any sense at all that something isn’t right, I’m coming.” “Fine.” I agree, though it pains me to do so. By the satisfaction on his face, that man will look for any reason to crash that meeting. It’s a long day waiting for night to fall. I have no idea what to say to my people. I know I have to do this, but I’m anxious and my stomach is in knots.

Suddenly I stop abruptly and bump into someone who was looking at his phone. "I-I'm sorry... I just..." I stutter, fixing my hair. A tall, broad-shouldered man with blond hair and blueberry-blue eyes turns toward me with a big smile. "Don't worry!" he says, putting his phone away. "And where are you rushing to?" he adds kindly. "I'm looking for the meeting room of the 'Plus One' corporation." "No way... come with me, I'm heading there."

I heard him " get ready. I will be taking you out evening. " " why? " " you will know when you see. " He said as he stood up from the bed. Buffalo, won't you say? After saying he went to the bathroom. I got ready and went out of the room. I was greeted by the Butler and went out of the mansion. Today I planned to meet Clara. so I went to a cafe shop to meet her. I don't want to go to the apartment so we planned to meet at the cafe shop. I waited for a few minutes and there she came.

She could not afford to let her best friend die like that. “Good.” The man paused for a bit. “By this time next week Saturday, meet us at the cafe three block away from her apartment. From there, we will take you to where you'd be needed. Is that clear?” “Y—yes. But how would I know who y—you are?”

Then he pulled the door open and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and sat down beside Clifford. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They just sat there in silence, the air between them thick with tension. Then Clifford turned to look at the man. His eyes were cold and sharp. "So you're telling me that you have no idea Luan called for a meeting with me?" Clifford's voice rang out, breaking the silence. The man frowned. He looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?" "Luan," Clifford said. "He asked to meet me. Tomorrow, at the beach. And he ask us to meet each other alone."

and then they hang up. Within a minute of listening to the message, the phone startles me and rings again. Again, the same unrecognized number. I decide to answer. “Hello?” I answer. “Well Luna, so nice to connect with you,” the man replies. “Do I know you?” I ask a little annoyance coming through in my voice. “No, but you will,” he replies. “What do you want?” I ask. “I want you to meet me at the diner in town,” he replies. “Why would I do that?” I ask. “So nobody gets hurt,” he answers.

"Yes... sir?" "Meet me at the park on the way to your house. I'll be waiting there. You know we need to talk." The man speaks in a tone I could believe was serious. I wanted to convince him to speak to me over the phone and not face to face. I'd be damned if I have to talk to him directly. "No. Please you don't understand-" "I have nothing more to say. But please." I hear him say as he cuts the call almost instantly. Sighing, I might as well think of something to give a viable reason to my lovely protective best friend.