John Egbert Room の小説・ストーリー

In less than five minutes, the elevator arrived at the destined floor and let Margie go out from it. In the floor she was just on, she could see several employees were walking around and some of them were busy behind their tables. On another hall, exactly at the corner, she noticed that it was Bastian's room since the name tag on the wooden door was written with the tag 'CEO'S ROOM'. "Let's crash into it! I just get curious on what he does in this office." Margie pondered. TO BE CONTINUED..

Eve said, walking away because Gery didn't answer. Eve's room, which Dave used to occupy, was right next to Gery's room. It was a tiny, small cubicle because most of the assistant's job was to be with the CEO anyway. But Eve hoped she would be able to spend her working hours in that small room instead of going to the CEO’s room.

"Enough. I just met a sweet girl. Come, let me take you guys to check her out." As soon as the three guys left, several bodyguard-like men suddenly came out from behind a car. 'Room 888?' There was only one room on the 8th floor, so Gilbert did not have to even look for it. He came in front of the room and as soon as he opened the door with the room card, a faint musty smell wafted out of the room. He frowned and stood outside the door, not going in.

Dad rolled his eyes, “They take it upon themselves. Constantly nagging-” Dad paused for just a moment, his eyes glazing over as someone spoke to him through the mind-link. “I’m afraid I’ll have to leave in just a moment.” Dad cleared his throat, something hidden lingering in his eyes. “Your Uncle is in need of me.” “I need to know which room Erik is staying in.” I kept my tone light hearted. I was simply looking to visit a childhood friend, nothing more. “Ah, I see.” Dad nodded, apparently not seeing through my facade. “He’s in the west wing, second floor. Room twenty four, I believe.”

Jude lifted his head away from his phone and answered. “159 opposite room 169.” “Wonderful numbering. It's right here. Identical shit!” Sean mumbled, which caused the three to send him a glance for his profanity. Room 159 is a private room. Room 169 is a well-soundproofed private party hall. No matter how loud the volume of a song or noise is, it can't spill out of the private room. Zenos knew, and the thought of it made him clench his fist.

Godwin answered. "Correct!" Tunde exclaimed as if he was Frank Edoho, the anchor of the popular Who Wants to be a Millionaire TV show before he continued, "So what is the number of the room we had installed it in?" All the while, Emmanuel watched in silence with a small smile on his face. It looked like he was glad to see the look of hope on his friend's face. "If I remember well, we kept it in the biggest room in this hotel. That would be room 499," Godwin answered before his eyes widened in shock.

Egan was dying, and she had just found out his deep dark secret. Sam led the way to the same room, and pushed the door open. It was now a cozy, comfortable room, nothing like the makeshift hospital ward. “I was not sure, but I thought you might want to stay in this room where Egan spent a lot of time.” He smiled nervously. “If you hate the idea, you can take any of the other rooms you prefer.” “No.” She shook her head. “This was very thoughtful,” She said, not looking at him.

“Even when they were resetting the shoulder—guy was gritting his teeth, sweat pouring off him, and he kept repeating your name like a mantra. ‘Tell Eli I’m fine.’ Over and over.” My eyes burned. I nodded, unable to speak past the knot in my throat. A doctor finally emerged from the double doors—blue scrubs, clipboard in hand, dark circles under her eyes. “Eli Summers?” I stood so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor. “He’s stable. In Room 14. You can see him now. He’s been asking for you.” I followed her down the hallway—sterile white walls, beeping monitors, the sharp sting of antiseptic in every breath. Room 14’s door was half-open, fluorescent light spilling into the corridor.

We walked until we got to the room number that was given to us. “Room 606, this is it.” I gestured towards the door. It was a private lounge that was built for those who wanted to stay away from the noise, as long as you could afford it. The moment we entered, I counted five people in the room, three men and two women and at first, I wanted to run out of the room because of the men that were in there; bad memories but when I saw someone that I never thought I would see, I froze.

Edward. God, even his name sounded like it didn't belong to me anymore. "Yes," I managed. She handed me a visitor's badge and pointed to a waiting room. "He's just finishing up his session with Ms. Delaney. You can head on in. Two hours on the clock." I nodded and pushed open the door. The room was small - a few chairs, a bookshelf, some board games stacked on a shelf. A box of cheap toys in one corner. It smelled like dust and lemon cleaner.