Novel & Cerita Meridian

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

Nice to know all the guys from here are jackasses. I took a deep breath, straightened up my coat and walked straight through the large revolving doors. I was greeted by an opulent and luxurious lobby, with Marquina Marble flooring that contrasted the vibrant lime, orange and dark fuchsia accent chairs and couches with large abstract art hanging on its walls and white orchids in vases on top of high gloss silver and brass cement side tables.

Magnus The room was prepared meticulously. In the center, a large pentagon was drawn on the floor with white chalk and intricate symbols etched at each point. Five black candles stood at the vertices, their flames flickering eerily. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, a mix of sage and rosemary that filled the room with a heady, calming aroma. Meredith stood at the center of the pentagon, her presence commanding and serene. She wore a long, dark cloak; the hood pulled back to reveal her sharp, focused eyes. She gave me another nod, her eyes conveying both reassurance and urgency. We had no time to waste.

"Just got to the hotel. Traffic was insane getting out of the city." "Which hotel?" Tiny pause. Half a second. Most people would miss it. "The Meridian. The one the company always uses." "Nice," I say. "Did you eat?" "Yeah, grabbed something on the way. Listen, the signal here is pretty bad so if I drop off that is why." Bad signal. At the Meridian, which is a four-star hotel with wifi in every corner and a business centre on every floor because I looked it up eleven minutes ago. "Okay," I say. "Sleep well."

"At some point you have to walk in yourself." "I know that." "Do you?" "I said I know, Norman." Elijah found something important to attend to at the far end of the stable. Leaving us alone. Norman looked at me for a moment longer. Then he flipped to the distribution page. "Meridian or Calloway?" "Meridian," I said. "Better terms, northeast network, and longer commitment. Exactly what we need." He looked up. "That's what Patrice said." "Patrice is right."

But what, I didn't know. I took Miranda's hand in mine and she offered me a comforting squeeze. Ace stood not too far away but he gave her the space she needed at the moment. Placing her free hand at the small of my back, Miranda whispered sullenly, "I am so sorry," before ushering me into the center of the circle they had created. And that was when I saw what had happened, what had required our urgency. There, crumpled on the ground with tears streaking down her pale cheeks was Odette. On her lap lay the head of my—no, our dog.