Mha Edgeshot Novels & Stories

Starting her own firm had been a risky venture for them, but their former boss had actually encouraged them and referred some smaller events to them. "San Antonio needs more firms like this," Margot Shanley, owner of Affairs to Remember, told her. Liz (she hadn't been Lizzie for a long time) reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a handful of business cards, spreading them on the table for Dara to see.

Her stomach went into free fall. “Please tell me you stopped filming?” she said through stiff, cold lips. The guy gulped and went puce, lowering the camera. “I…” Cassandra raised a shaky hand to her face. Her other one was still wrapped around the microphone. “Oh, God...” A low, threatening voice sounded near her ear, turning her blood cold. “Well done, Applegate! You’ve done a great job, congrats! You’d better be prepared for the fallout, bitch!”

He’s very thorough. ‘He can’t be so thorough. There’s got to be something we’re not seeing and it’s right in front of us. I can tell that much.’ As she spoke, she placed some rubber gloves on the tray that held most of the stuff she needed to Maddie’s corpse. ‘The street camera at the spot Maddie was stabbed didn’t pick up anything unusual but a cam across the street did. That’s weird, don’t you think?’ he furrowed his brows in thought. ‘It is. Really weird if you ask me.’

Before I could even think, he threw the heavy file straight at my face. The sharp edge of the papers cut across my cheek before the folder burst open. Documents and spreadsheets flew into the air, raining down all over my shoes. "Go and fix your mess before it starts affecting my business!" he roared. He turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the heavy door behind him. I stood completely frozen, my hands still pinned at my sides. My cheek stung, a dull ache pulsing beneath the skin. I looked down at the white pages scattered all over the floor. My mind was blank. How could I have made such a mistake? How did I miss it?

“Unless… you train together. Every morning for six weeks. Mason, you need balance and edge work for that idiotic figure skating segment the hockey team decided to add to the spring showcase. Ezra, you need a strong partner for pairs since Alec transferred.” The room tilted. “No,” I said at the same time Mason growled, “Absolutely fucking not.” Gage smiled. It wasn’t nice. “Then enjoy sitting out the rest of the season. Paperwork will be ready tomorrow.” Mason’s hand flexed again. I could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. “You have until midnight to decide,” she added. “But if you agree and I even *smell* another fight, you’re both gone. Expelled. Understood?”