La Enmienda Del Sr Wyatt Novels & Stories

Gabriel stood up too, slowly, his movements controlled but icy. “And I remember clearly,” Gabriel replied, “that Grandfather also said I can fire you if you don’t amend your ways. Wyatt, those were his words. And you haven’t improved. You’ve only gotten worse. The lawyers are preparing your papers already. You’re finished. Be grateful I’m not dragging you to the police.” Wyatt stared at him with wild eyes—shocked, insulted, terrified at the same time. His chest puffed as he tried to regain his arrogance.

If the rumors about his employer were true, he had little doubt that it did. "I'm sorry, Mr. Gaynes, but this is a common error. I don't think anyone would give it a second thought." "Not even if every computer from here to Los Angeles has the exact same error at the exact same time?" Wyatt began pacing the floor. His hand moved the cigarette from his mouth to his side in rhythm with each step. "I'm not an expert, Mr. Gaynes. I'm only a second year college computer tech student." Joe started to argue, but the cold glare coming from Wyatt's eyes froze his vocal cords.

Which mixed with sulking. I let out a long sigh. Arguing over this was an endless cycle. It would only return to the past and our regrets. "This time... I will let this slide only this time." My voice was firm. "There won't be no more argument over this. Okay?" Wyatt suddenly straightened his back and made a salute to me. "Yes, ma'am." Then he showed his boyish grin before reaching out for my hand. "I'm really sorry, honey." ---

Wyatt muttered with a huff. "No, Sir. I am not!" His assistant shuddered. "If it was not urgent, I would have never asked you to come here. From now on make sure to not show your face in front of her ever. Did you hear me clearly or should I cut more of your salary?" Wyatt spoke in a harsh tone that left no space for any negotiation.

Darwin's tone was cold, "They will take care of the local boss." "Hmph." Wyatt leaned back in his soft seat. "Are you being so proactive for my sake, bro?" "Just say what you want to say," Darwin's tone revealed impatience. "Darwin, what's the plan? Are you not planning to let Secretary Woods off the hook?" Wyatt asked. "No, I'm not planning to." Wyatt was originally nonchalant about it. But after hearing the answer, he immediately sat up straight. "What?" "I said, I'm not planning to."

Even the Omegas that maintained the building and grounds were all male. Also at the top of the list was this stupid meeting and Wyatt hated to admit that his wife was right about it. This whole damned meeting could have been done by email. File the complaint and let it be addressed at the next council meeting. There had to be something more to this. He looked at his brother-in-law in the chair next to him who looked just as bored as he felt. At the nod from Sirius, Wyatt rolled his eyes to show his disdain. Sirius casually reached over and grabbed Wyatt’s pen and wrote a single word on the other man’s notepad. robes?

"He would have." We hang up. I sit at my desk for a moment. Then I open the notebook. I turn to the page I wrote on the eighth. I add: The amendment passed the committee. Thirty days. Effective January. Gerald found both provisions first. Arthur completed the work. It is done. I look at the page. I added one more line. It is all done. I close the notebook. I go back to the cases.