Ms. Sawyer Is Done Wasting Time Novels & Stories

Once the papers go through at City Hall, and I get the official termination certificate—the human equivalent of a divorce—I’d finally be free. I turned to Eve and smiled. “It’s fine. Just three more days, and it’ll be official.” “What’ll be official?” A deep voice interrupted our conversation. Lucien Grey, my mate and husband, had walked up without us noticing. Eve looked up, clearly confused. “Lucien, Mia was saying she–” “You’re here,” I quickly cut in before she could finish. Reaching out, I gently patted Eve’s hand and shook my head at her.

Sawyer said nothing. "And now Emerson Weston has it tucked under his arm like it's scratch paper." My voice cracked. "Like it means absolutely nothing. Like I mean absolutely nothing." I looked up at Sawyer, expecting the usual. The poor you. The that's so unfair. The wide sympathetic eyes and the gentle agreement that yes, everything was terrible and yes, I had every right to fall apart. Sawyer was looking at me calmly. "Are you done?" she said. I blinked. "What?"

"I simply want to work together to make this territory more prosperous for both of us." "You're wasting your time," Mr. Sawyer replied, his tone dismissive.

Lana interjected. While Lana's words appeared reassuring, they subtly hinted at her deeper grievances against Liam. "Ha!" Sawyer, who rarely spoke during family gatherings, suddenly chuckled, diverting everyone's attention to him. Lana's sharp gaze immediately shifted toward him. "Sawyer, do you have something against me?" Sawyer casually placed his teacup down. "What's this? Am I not allowed to laugh now that you're back? Does my laughter automatically mean I'm displeased with you?"

This room looks amazing! "Mr. Sawyer will be here in 10 minutes. Get ready, Miya." Victor checked the clock on his left arm. "Alright, I think this is enough time for me to come with you. The rest of you, just stay out of trouble, Miya. Just a heads-up: Anything that belongs to you is still in Mr. Sawyer's hands. Behave and you'll soon be free of this." The man gave Miya a lewd look. He was just trying to keep the girl from tensing up.

Bob didn't want to delay in accepting the offer that would bring him so much good press. "We even know the address to the mansion," Mrs. Bob excitedly added. "Oh no! Not to the mansion. I want it at my office, just for me," Sawyer said, still looking at me, his eyes making deep contact. I didn't get what he was trying to do. He said he never even thinks about someone he has moved on from, so why bother me? Or was it because I had challenged his ego? "Amazing!" Mr. Bob smiled widely. "Give me her number; I will message her what I want every morning," Sawyer acted like he didn't have my number. And Mr. Bob didn't even ask me if I wanted to give him my personal number. Of course, he was star-st

But he agreed. “One game. Okay? Then I’ve got to go somewhere” “Okay!” Saw said. And he smiled at that. He appreciated that he wasn’t attacked with questions about where he was going or what he was doing. That shit would never fly with Emerson. Which was exactly why he wasn’t planning on telling her shit. Sawyer wanted to play one of his new Xbox games he’d gotten for Christmas, and after about an hour of Quinn letting him win… Saw was ready to do something else.

What was the point of feeling anything? His family wasn't going to magically accept me just because I got a little sentimental. Of course I didn't sleep for two hours. He made it sound so easy. Two hours of rest, just like that. As if my job would do itself. Though, to be fair, he hadn't rested either. Sawyer told me he left the office that afternoon, alone. Didn't take anyone with him. Didn't say a word. He didn't return until close to four. Five-thirty.

Jane was almost screaming. “Where are you?” Maddison asked. Clara managed to answer their questions. She was still in so much shock. After packing her bag and the flower, she apologized to Sarah because they couldn't continue with the meeting. Sarah kept patting her hands to calm her down as they settled to meet up another day. Clara drove first to her shop hoping she would be calm in the solitude of her flowers.

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."