Her Last Waiting At City Hall Novels & Stories

She took a cab to the city hall. On getting there, Finn and his lawyer were yet to arrive. She glanced at her wrist watch. It was almost Ten PM. She picked up her phone and dialed the lawyer’s number. On the second ring, the call was connected. “Hello, Mr. Attorney!” “Ms Powers, hello! My client is still having breakfast, could you wait a moment, we’ll be there soon.” Rina frowned and said coldly, “Mr Attorney, I have an appointment for the next hour, could you not delay me further?”

Hulio. Wednesday, December 10th. Four days later… I sit in my wheelchair, which is parked in front of the door, waiting. Prudence and Martha live here. I’ve never been to this address before the wedding, but I remembered it from her employment file. My heart thunders in my chest. Guilt weighs me down as I wait. Stephan rings the bell again, then glances at me. “Maybe we should go back, Mr. Ripples,” he murmurs.

Perhaps because she felt that the uniform on his body was very intimidating, she nodded honestly, "Yes." When the policeman heard her say that, he was so excited that he clenched his fist and hit the table hard. Then he asked her, "Miss Smith, I want to ask why James was arrested in the last episode of the Lost City. Did he really commit a crime or did someone frame him?" Ellena murmured, "The last episode of Lost City?" "Yes!" The police looked at her expectantly. "You guys watch Lost City too. Thank you for your support." Ellena politely smiled at the policeman.

Winter had come to Everlast to safeguard her mother's legacy, to restore the company's former glory—not to put on a public image, play office politics, or scheme with colleagues. Winter glanced around and didn't see Michelle. Two days ago, she had called Michelle and arranged to meet her at nine that morning. Michelle was responsible and meticulous; she wouldn't be late on her first day of work. So Winter turned to a security guard to ask, "Excuse me, have you seen a lady of slim build, with shoulder-length hair, waiting in the lobby?" "Yes, actually." The guard pointed to the left. "Ms. Everhart, is that the lady over there?"

When they gave me their agreement, I waved them off with a smile. “There’s a car waiting outside to take you lovebirds to the City Hall.” They scrambled to their feet and dashed out, as if afraid I might change my mind if they delayed even a second. The filthy, foul-smelling Lucas and Vivian were delivered straight to the City Hall’s entrance. A staff member approached them. She suppressed her disgust at the stench. “Sir, miss, how may I assist you?” Lucas glanced at Vivian’s swollen face and could not help but feel repulsed.

Most importantly, I began to recall if there was a special place that she and I had visited before I left Cindaly City and returned to Blenka City due to Brooklyn's nagging. But there was none, making me sigh in defeat. In the end, I decided to be patient and wait for her, even after knowing that it was not the ideal thing to do. …. Just like that, 3 hours passed, and the time was 9pm. It had become unreasonable for me to keep on waiting for her to show up on her own. I decided that it would be best if I reported the case to the police officers. If only I had Michael's phone number, I might have called him.

James I had the arrest warrants ready yesterday but hadn’t arrested them due to the mother and daughter in question being out of town. There are plenty of stores in the city for them to go on a wild shopping spree. I would know because I have a shopping driven sister who goes to Springs Mall every week. Too bad their out of town shopping for the social event happening at the Springs City Hall tonight will end with them in cuffs. I did leave a message to be notified of their arrival, but I was frankly told they would be too busy with the event to bother with me. I scoffed but they would soon regret acting richly entitled when I slap them with the warrant while reading them their rights.

He pulled out his phone and called her. It rang and rang. No answer. He tried again. Still nothing. The third call went straight to voicemail. Liam's hand began to tremble as he held the phone. He told himself to stay calm, but his heart was pounding faster by the second. He ran outside, got into his car, and drove straight to City Hall Plaza--the last place Cecilia had been seen. The plaza was still empty. Only a few sanitation workers were cleaning up trash. Under the blazing sun, the entire square felt like a massive oven.

I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting? I was certain that Nathan, who couldn't stand to be apart from me for even a minute back then, would come looking for me like a madman within half an hour at most. But I waited from dawn to dusk, and from dusk until ice formed on the pool. His familiar figure never appeared. Something hollowed out in my chest. Against my will, I drifted toward the villa. The moment I passed through the door, a warm scene unfolded before me. Nathan had his arm gently around Vivian, leaning down to teach her how to paint.

And somehow, of all places, I ran into him in Chicago. And now he was right there—at the end of that hallway. I crouched in the corner, staring at the sliver of light creeping through the crack under the door. People passed by outside: footsteps, murmurs, the scratch of walkie-talkies. Then a voice cut through—lazy, unhurried, with that slight upward tilt at the end. "The West Side accounts don't add up. Who reviewed them?" "Don, that was me... I'll redo them right away."