Omb Historical Tables Novels & Stories

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

Donna nodded in agreement before saying, "Yes. All employees too. They must know your history for the past 15 years but in personal cases, such as yours, they will go back further." I set down my coffee and calmly straightened out my blankets to avoid getting angry before I asked, "They?" I looked up at Donna and gave her a warning look before I asked, "Who are they?" Donna looked visibly uncomfortable. She stood up and placed the chair back before she said, "I think I should let Master Bo explain. He knows more about it than I do." She began to walk out of the room before I crossed my arms in frustration. I sat there staring at my food as Donna kept giving me reasons why she had to suddenly

That was how I handled both Gunnar's and Ace's businesses. Opening a random page in the book, I skimmed through the information. Everything was neatly recorded in a table format. Each column was labeled with an alphabet and each row had a mixture of names, numbers, and letters. Column A had a list of names beneath it. Column B had another list of names. And column C had numbers with Alphabets at the end. After every few names, there was a thick black line with a new set of numbers as the heading which I assumed was the date, and a new list of information.

Good. "Shall we sit?" Sean asks and points to the large table where the others are already seated and waiting. Roberto and I walk over and I sit down at the head of the table while Rob sits in the empty chair on my right. Folding my hands on the scarred tabletop, I look at the men and say, "What seems to be the problem now?" Beside me, I hear Roberto let out a little sigh. For someone who likes to fight so much, he hates verbal confrontation.

"But you've got the wrong idea. I'm not here on a blind date." Wait-what? My eyes went wide. "This isn't Table 87" "Yes, this is Table 8. But it's the VIP section's Table & He casually pointed out toward the main hall. "Your Table 8 is to the left when you go back out." "O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I got the wrong table!" I wanted to crawl into a hole. No wonder he looked at me like I was nuts. I shot up from my seat and rushed out of there.