One Topic At A Time Novels & Stories

He felt like a doll on a string—like he was doing things but not really being there. Everyone's attention was drawn to Mr. MacPherson when he clinked his glass. The room was quiet, and everyone looked at him. He boomed, "Ladies and gentlemen," and his voice echoed through the whole room. "Now is the time we've all been waiting for. Carson, would you please?"

"Veya AI, book me a table for a business dinner tomorrow." In my last life, our intern, Vincent Tate, tried using AI to book a client dinner. I told him Veya AI couldn't make reservations. Yet he waited until after work to do it himself. Too late. Every table was gone. Vincent immediately started crying to the whole office. "If Mr. Alford hadn't stopped me from using AI, I would've gotten a table! Now we blew the deal!" My fiancée, Peyton Welch, and the rest of my coworkers piled on. "Why can't AI make reservations? Vincent's right. You're paying for every dollar we lose!" Peyton shoved me during the fight. Then I fell off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ri

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Chapter 32: The Race POV: Elias The starter's voice called us to our marks, and I let everything else fall away — the hallway conversation, the three feet of space between us a few minutes ago, the word okay still sitting somewhere in my chest without a clear verdict attached to it yet. None of that belonged on the blocks. I'd learned a long time ago how to compartmentalize before a race, and right now, I needed every bit of that discipline.

he shrugged. “Alright,” Dr. Winter nodded. “Just a couple of things, don’t overcrowd a slide. He hates that.” “So do I” Dr. Tyson huffed. “Why the hell even bother making a presentation if it’s filled with everything you need. Just let it play and let others read.” he declared angrily.

He gives me a thumbs-up, I get delighted in his acceptance of my plan until his speed slows making me frown. "It doesn't mean you should be slower because I brought up a topic for discussion." I pout my lips. He scans me carefully, then smirks. "I hope you aren't over-anxious, I'm thinking about what you said. You can't think perfectly at the same time you're screwing pretty steadily, one has to slow down for the other. Have you forgotten the old cliche that says you can't carry two things up at the same time?" "Are you trying to mean we wouldn't be able to progress our love life ladder as we progress in our profession, is that what you mean?"

It was a symphony of ideas, a chorus of concerns, and I stood in the midst of it all, absorbing the cacophony with a focused determination. I raised my hand, calling for order once again. "Please, let us proceed in an organized manner. I want to hear from each and every one of you, but let's take turns so that everyone's voice can be heard." One by one, individuals began to speak, their voices measured and filled with a mixture of trepidation and resolve. They presented ideas, suggestions, and concerns, each contributing to the collective effort of finding a solution. Some offered strategic plans, while others focused on fortifications and resource management. The room became a haven of brai

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He paused a little while, gathering everything in place. " Okay. What you are about to do can only be done once in the reign of an alpha king. This means that if this fails right now, there will definitely not be any other opportunity for anyone to bring up this issue again. This means that you are speaking the thoughts of everyone here. Is that correct?"

"I don't think I can figure that out with all four of them in the same room at once anymore. It's too loud. I can't hear myself." "So separate it." "What do you mean, exactly?" "I mean stop treating every conversation with any of them like it has to happen in front of the other three." Jade's voice had gone sharper now, more certain. "You've spent weeks getting confessions and apologies and revelations all crammed into the same room, all four of them performing for each other as much as for you. You've never once gotten to just sit with one of them and find out who they actually are without an audience."