Her Last Waiting At City Hall Novels & Stories

Phyllis was waiting in an empty conference room near the mayor’s office. She was escorted here by Mary, the secretary who called her earlier. The white boring walls and the neatly arranged chairs bored her to death. It was already 2:50 in the afternoon and she was waiting for almost an hour for the mayor to arrive. She understood that mayors are busy. However, if they cannot make it on time, might as well cancel the meeting or move it to another time. She knew that this had something to do with TIffany’s complaints, but she did not deserve to be treated this poorly. Especially by a politician. And if they deliberately made her wait then she just found it petty and childish.

Promises followed—an investigation, updates, reassurances that they’d “do everything they could.” By the time the last officer left and the door clicked shut, the city was already beginning to stir awake. Faint light crept into the sky, the first signs of dawn brushing against the windows. How could they not take it serious enough? Everyone had gone home when Christiana is missing?

I complained. You need to relax my dear surgery is different. They are not treating a fever that in seconds they should be done. It takes time. City hospital right? She explained and questioned again. Yes city hospital l replied. Alright am on my way there. You need to wait me at the entrance incase they refused me to enter. Give me half an hour l will be there to keep you company. She continued and hung off the phone.. Author's point of view. Holton Shantal is socialite that just returned back home not too long ago Her main motive is to marry Keron Underwood. They both had a night stand together in Den mark. Keron had organized a show their last year

“Thank you. I missed you.” His answering smile was small, lined with pity. “I won’t congratulate you, Ma’am. Doesn’t seem like you want it.” And he was right. Minutes later, I stood at the steps of city hall. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might break free. And there he was Ram, already waiting, his tall frame wrapped in a dark suit, his expression carved from stone. His eyes found me, sharp as knives, and his scowl deepened like a wound reopening.

Shane gave him a brief glance, then motioned for him to come closer. ... Meanwhile, Haley received a call from the police station. "Miss Haley, this is the Jasper City Police Department. A prisoner wants to see you." Haley paused, puzzled. "Is it Sue or Xena?" There was a moment of silence on the other end before the officer spoke again. "Neither. It's Mr. Joe Carter." Haley's eyes widened in surprise. Joe... was asking to see her? Memories she had long forgotten surged back, like rising tides threatening to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath, pushing down the tumultuous emotions and memories.

I said with little hope. "You think it'll work?" Sage asked. "I don't know but it's our only chance." ------- Outside, a car sat at the end of our street. It was Victoria. Even with an ankle monitor, bail and multiple arrests, she was still there watching and threatening. And we had one final chance to stop her or lose everything.

I watched her get in a car and disappear and then the boutique assistant handed me the last rose of the day with one final letter. *"Almost home baby. Head back, I left you a little something waiting at the door. Love, D."* Almost home? I thought we were going straight to this party. I got back to the house and stopped the second I stepped out of my car because there were four women standing right outside our front door, cases and bags everywhere, ring lights already set up. "Ms. Hart, we've been waiting for you, we have about an hour so let's get started." "I, wait, what's happening right now?"

I said. "Good," she said. She ended the call. I put the phone down. I looked at the foundation office. At the Monday morning. At the city outside. At everything that was moving. The network. Garrett's monitoring. Serena's six sentences. The custody order on public record. The building next door being renovated. The waiting list. All of it moving. All of it in motion. And underneath all of it. The commission. Done. Tonight. Before anyone else.

We casually talk in our spot as the city gain more chimes while waiting for our order to be settled on the table. "Don't get lost, Wayne" "Don't jiggle your hands with the devil, alright?" We clasped hands and then shake our hands with one another for our last moment being together. I stand near the bench to watch his cab leave before I take another step to depart as well. I stroll to the department, ignoring her call last night, and making her piss is kind of my thing ever since. The WPD shines its glamour with reflected beams from the morning. There's this guy who ruined my contentment before I walk across the street after the light goes red.

Heidi got to her feet and hung the bag over her shoulder, checking her wristwatch. “You seem to be in a hurry. Are you off somewhere, Ms. Olsen?” “Yes, I'll be back soon. If something urgent comes up, give me a call.” By the time she finished speaking, Heidi was already out of the office. She boarded a taxi which took her straight to the city hall. Heidi glanced at her wristwatch again, relieved that she wasn't late. But where was the man who told her not to be late? Sitting in the waiting area, her eyes roamed over the place.