Good Morning Chief Novels & Stories

I knew I needed to get some rest and so I pushed the documents aside and crawled up into the sheets. But as usual, I could only lay wide awake with sleep far away from me. Towards morning, I managed to finally drift off but the beep of my phone spurred me awake minutes later. It was a message from chief. He has declared war.

He shouted, "don't mind the echo, I'm in the process of renovating this whole floor" I looked around in confusion. The place didn't look like where any form of renovation was taking place. "Where is this chief? Good morning" "This is where I run my operations" I nodded, "OK, you mean ammunition" The chief laughed crazily and the echo was disturbing. "You can say that my boy" I looked at my wrist, didn't see my watch "Chief I'm very late for work...I don't have my car with me, my head is killing me...I'm hungry and very scattered right now-"

After agreeing to fill him in tomorrow, I climbed into bed and tried to get comfortable. -- No matter what I did, I couldn’t get comfortable. I watched as the sun began to peek its way over the horizon. Finally, giving up on sleep, I got into some gym gear and headed to HQ. Chief was already in his office at 6 AM. I swear the man never slept. I explained the phone call to him. Gratefully he kept quiet until I was done. He lightly tapped his fingers on his desk.

I have been dreaming all these while. "What is the meaning for all of this, why am I still having all these dreams, Nooo" I thought to myself. I saw myself still on my bed when it was already morning, standing up from where I had laid. I heard a knock on the door. "Alpha, the chief warrior is waiting for your presence, he has said that he carries urgent message that should be given out to you directly." My servant said out to me. "What will that be this early morning now, or does it have any special connection to my dream?" I thought to myself.

Hatred so clear it burned. A long breath left the chest. The shower turned on. Water hit skin while teeth were brushed without thought. Movements felt dull, automatic. Everything inside felt tired and loose, like it could fall apart if pushed. Back in the room, soft clothes were chosen and pulled on. Comfort mattered more than pride today. This day had already been marked as a rest day in my head. The phone rested in my palm. One number mattered. It was dialed. He answered at once. “Good morning, Chief Warrior,” Matthias said.

He approached her. “The Chief’s wife,” he called her. She looked at him, “I’m your mother, Chovu.” she smiled. “Before that, you’re the Chief’s wife,” he said and laughed. “How are you feeling today?” “I’m fine, how are you my son?” “I’m fine too. Apparently, I seem to be the only man awake in this place. Mapulanga knows what time we are supposed to be going to the field and he’s still sleeping.”

He approached her. 'The Chief's wife," he called her. She looked at him, 'I'm your mother, Chovu." she smiled. 'Before that, you're the Chief's wife," he said and laughed. 'How are you feeling today?" 'I'm fine, how are you my son?" 'I'm fine too. Apparently, I seem to be the only man awake in this place. Mapulanga knows what time we are supposed to be going to the field and he's still sleeping."

Chief Reynolds said, looking around for his car keys. "I have your keys, let's go. I'll lead the way." Chelsea replied and walked out. Her father sighed and walked out after her. Chief Reynolds drove all the way to the station, with Chelsea sitted on the passengers seat. Officer Johnson was at the counter again when Chief Reynolds and Chelsea arrived. "Good morning, Chief." Officer Johnson greeted, but Chief Reynolds only grunted in reply. He had already walked past before realizing who had just greeted him. "Officer Johnson." He called, as he walked back to the counter.

Our only hope at seeing the next sunrise. "9-1-1. How may I help you?"

Khill and even trying to get his attention. I knew Mr. Khill was the most influential figure in this country, and there must be many who needed his support. Finally, we stopped in front of the restaurant’s VVIP door. Someone slowly opened the door, and I froze, refusing to take a single step. That man? “Stefani, my daughter…” My fists clenched tightly, wanting to rip his mouth open with both of my hands. My daughter? A disgusting word came out of his filthy mouth. My eyes felt hot, they were now glazed over.