Novel Coworking Denver Novels & Stories

The company that has purchased all the major businesses and housing estates in Denver. He booked an appointment with the manager of Harries Technology and picked one of the less standard guest houses in Denver for the meeting to be held by 4 pm in order to conceal his identity. He had come to the bar early to relax a bit before the meeting started. "Okay! I will be right back" Ella walked to the bar room and walked to the refrigerator to bring out some red wine. Anthony Oswald raised his head and his eyes met Ella's who was walking down to his table with some bottle of red wine. His brain suddenly struck as he tried to remember the girl he had a one-night stand with who had refused to leave

' I demand picking up the internal phone and calling Carter, who is one of my best tech guys. 'Get in here now.' I ordered him, then cut the call and turned to Darius. 'What else do we know?' He shuffles his feet and then clears his throat. Denver is an Alpha wolf. His Pack is called the Red Moon. They are a small, compact Pack made up of four brothers and their families. Denver is the Alpha; he is unmated. Then there is Texas, he has a mate and two pups, next is Dallas, he also has a mate with one pup and another on the way, and the youngest is Utah, he's unmated. There are a few cousins and their mates as well, and they all work for that company.'

I prepped for closing. When I was wiping down the last table near the window, I found a small piece of paper tucked under an empty coffee cup. Not a napkin note. A clean, folded square. I recognized the handwriting. Precise but loosening. Like someone who used to write in straight lines and was slowly forgetting how. It was an address. Below it: Capitol Hill Maker's Co-op. Shared workspace. Tues-Thurs afternoons, open drop-in. Ground floor woodworking, second floor mixed media.

"And he's willing to work with us?" Two weeks later, Abegail was checked into a suite on the seventh floor of the venerable Brown Palace Hotel in downtown Denver. Wally Holland's main offices for the Rocky Mountain Construction Company, which now included a full architectural arm and was the builder to get for all of the mountain mansion projects starting up in the mountain villages to the west of Denver, were right across Tremont Street from the hotel.

I corrected automatically, then immediately regretted it. "Right. Ex-waitress. Thanks to you and your family shutting down Venom like it was some kind of personal vendetta." Denver's tone was light, but there was an edge underneath. "The whole team's still pissed about that, by the way. It was our favorite hangout spot." I gave him a flat look. "Are you seriously trying to make me feel bad right now?" "Just stating facts." He lay back down, folding his arms behind his head. "I mean, did your family really have to go nuclear? Buy the whole building and shut it down? That's some next-level damage control."