Morgan Library New York Hours Novels & Stories

Mornings in New York are usually quite chilly. People on the streets are always hurrying along with coffee cups in hand and big coats. From the window of a downtown apartment, Morgana watched these people. Each one going about their lives, not caring about anything but walking according to fashion or signing the next millionaire's contract. She brought her honey-colored eyes to the watch on her wrist, checking the time. Morgana had a date with the mob boss she served in, and she doesn't like to meet with Daryl, the famous and feared Canino.

Seeing that the representative of Moore Trading had accepted the delay, Charlie turned to Merlin and asked, "What time is the deputy manager coming in tomorrow?" Merlin quickly checked and then told Charlie, "The managers work in two different shifts: from 8 am to 4 pm, or from 4 pm to midnight. He is currently working the shift from 4 pm to midnight and will be coming in at 3.30 pm tomorrow." "Okay." Charlie said, "That will be it for now. We'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Just remind him that he must not tell anyone we're here."

Spinning, I held up my sword, acutely aware someone was coming up behind me. “Better.” Morgan took hold of my sword and pulled it out of my grasp. “I need to go into the office.” “Do you want me to stay behind?” “No. Not after…” I nodded. “I’ll go get dressed then. Where are you dropping me off this time?” Morgan huffed. “Why do you make it seem like I just drop you off in random places?” “Because you do!” I smiled back at him. “How does the boardwalk sound? It shouldn’t be too crowded at this time and I should be done in about an hour.”

11 YEARS AGO, LUTON PREP MANHATTAN “What’s the address of this home?” Julien rasped into the speaker. “I’ll text it to you, the visiting hours are from 10-4 pm, have a nice day,” the private investigator rasped into the phone.

It was a request for a video call by Madam Morgan. Melanie immediately picked it up and stopped the conversation. “Hi, my granddaughter-in-law! Are you asleep?” Madam Morgan was away and knew that there was a time zone difference. However, she also knew that the young people nowadays probably wouldn’t be asleep despite it being the wee hours or the morning. “Not yet...” Melanie said. “It’s already so late. What’s so important that you’re calling at this time of night, grandmother?” Jeffrey complained unhappily next to her.

Thought about the honest answer and the easy answer and the answer that would make this simpler. “No,” she typed. “But I will be. Don't contact me again before Monday. Please.” She turned the phone over before she could see if Alex responded. --- Morrison's office at 7 AM on a Monday felt different from Morrison's office at other times. The building was mostly empty. The cleaning crew was just finishing. The lights in the main corridors were still on their overnight setting; dimmer, cooler, the kind of light that made everything look like the morning after something bad.

* FIRST GOLDEN FOX HOTEL, NEXT DAY__GM'S OFFICE* Morgan looks overworked already as she stepped out of the conference room with her secretary beside her and bunch of junior staffs. She only just resumed work today after the nerve-wracking revelation she received last week. She had to lock herself down in her new house and refused to see anybody, taking time to deflect. Saying she was drained will be an understatement. "I think you should clock out for today, miss" her secretly told her when she was about to enter her office. "What about the interview for the junior manager?" Morgan asked. "I'm thinking of sending the applicants home and shift it till tomorrow" the secretary replied.

I am quite proud of the way I handled the moments after we had sex but I'm still embarrassed about the moments after the stitching. So far today, I have encountered Morgan twice. The first time he barely grunted a greeting at me and didn't even acknowledge me when I said I made breakfast, and the second time, he was equally as irksome, snapping out an instruction like I was a puppy. He stayed in his home office, doing what I had no idea about. The knowledge I've gathered about Morgan's business is still not enough to know every damn thing about his business. It’s almost nine o’clock pm now and I have had everything sorted out. I sat on my bed reminiscing of every day memory I had and well, I

"House rules, since you'll be here a while." Ivy wraps both hands around her mug. "How long is a while?" "That's above my authority," Miriam says pleasantly. "What I can tell you is how things work here. Pack omegas come in at eight and finish at four, Monday through Friday. They don't live on the estate, so evenings are quiet. I'm in the annex building on the east side of the grounds — separate entrance, always available. You need something at two in the morning, you call me. I mean that."

It's been a few days since Morgan has been in Tronesia, and everything has been going smoothly. But not today, her peace was disturbed when Jonathan contacted her. "Say it!" Ordered Morgan who started to move away from the bed. If it's 7am in city J, it's still midnight there, right? "Office lobby bombed sir, didn't cause much destruction, but enough to break all the glass." Morgan's jaw tightened perfectly. How dare someone place a bomb in his office?