Missed Connections Las Vegas Novels & Stories

Every thirty minutes two new guards came out and everyone rotated. The trucks drove right up to the shed. The garage door rolled up and the three trucks all went inside. A few minutes later, two guards came out. I checked my phone for the time, verifying it was the thirty minute guard change. An alert popped up and I saw that I had forty-two missed calls. All were from Griz. Since nothing noteworthy was going on right now, I decided to give him a call. “Kat,” he answered. Then he said nothing. I hated it when he did that. I have no problem sitting in silence, but I’d rather not do it on the phone.

Lacey asked seriously. They looked timid and worried. “Well, Lacey. We have good news and bad news,” Annette began. “We tell you the good news first,” Amelie said in French. “The good news is that we have the room until noon.” “Uh huh. What’s the bad news?” Lacey asked with hesitance. “The bad news is that we screwed up concerning the time change between New York and Las Vegas and we missed our chartered flight,” Annette revealed as she shrunk backwards.

I've never imagined my relationship to have any dent in it. To me, Chris was just the man I needed but now I lost him. I cried when the plane took off, I cried when the plane finally left Vegas. "What has happened has happened and it accounts for nothing. Plus, what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas." I consoled myself with a mantra. I lost Chris, goodbye to him. I couldn't care less. He's dead to me. And to Vegas, it was a waste of time and a memorial for heartbreak.

The whiskey had worn off around 4 AM, which meant he'd spent the last four hours sober and aware of exactly what he'd done. The city sprawled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like an accusation. All those people living lives that didn't revolve around making mistakes and then paying for them. He finally turned his phone back on. Forty-three missed calls. Thirty-one from Victoria. Twelve from Richard Thompson (his attorney, probably panicking about something). Nothing from Selena. He hadn't actually expected anything from Selena, but the absence of her name still managed to hurt. Victoria's voicemail was predictable:

By 11:45 a.m., Las Vegas was already shimmering with dry, relentless heat — the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel slightly heavier. Sebastian stepped out of the black town car and into the glossy, tinted-glass lobby of the Mason Equity Group — Nevada Division, briefcase in one hand, suit crisp, expression unreadable. The receptionist — a young man with a slightly panicked smile — jumped to his feet. “Mr. Mason! We weren’t expecting — I mean, of course, we’re honored. Ms. Vega is upstairs. I’ll just —”

I badly hoped they would be able to squeeze some helpful information from Elle. It was dark when we reached Las Vegas. Light sparkled everywhere I turned. We went to one of Daemon's apartments to prepare for tonight. After unpacking our duffels, and taking out the weapons stashed in the box we came with. I gave the team an hour to freshen up, order some food, and relax while I made a call to Cirilla, to check up on the progress with Elle. We were barely halfway into the call when I heard sharp screams from her end and we got disconnected abruptly. Even after she had messaged me, telling me she was okay, I was still worried.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket before I sat down at my computer. It showed I had 5 missed calls from an unknown number. All within 10 minutes from each other. Ignoring them, I turned my computer on and began to work. “Looks like the wood will be about a week behind but it will be here. Everything else has ran smoothly. Not as many VPs as opening night but we still made the above projection.” Beta Mason filled me in on it. My phone started to light up, signaling an incoming call. It was from the same number!

POV: ELI "Victor." Eli nodded and immediately steered him toward the VIP tables, putting his body between Madden and the dance floor. The Changing of the Guard in Vegas was a sacred ritual. Stan Davis's farewell had required Russell Edgington's name on the invite list, a formality both parties understood for what it was. Russell hadn't attended a Michealson event since the Tabitha incident. That arrangement had held for years. Which meant Victor being here tonight was not a courtesy call.

Gabe said after giving Dave Lin a flash. "Without him. What can we possibly do?!" Kelvin stated folding his hands. "Ryan.. can you still connect to whole CCTV we used the previous time?" Lara asked. "Uh...let me try" He Said as he tried." Oh ....I don't think so...it was disconnected the previous time to maintain privacy but we didn't know of any comet tonight else we'd have gotten ready" Lara sighed" This is really bad" Just then the door was pushed open as Hana walked in. They all looked up at her shocked. The security man was behind her.

While Lynn and I are at the traveler's inn . Lynn's phone in the night stand kept on vibrating . . . Brr brr .. brr brr .. 5AM 🔋📶 Missed call (4) > Flor Llama Txt - Where are you guys? > Flor Llama Swipe right to unlock