Percy's Table Novels & Stories

I left a light on downstairs and sat on the couch to wait for her. She was taken aback when she saw me as soon as she returned. Then, she sat across from me and pulled out a document from her bag. "Tell me what you think about this." I knew this was her final test for me. The document she showed me was top secret—there couldn't be more than five people in the company who'd seen it. This was one of the financial crises Lawson Group faced. It had also happened in my past life. I pondered the matter for a while before giving Wanda a proposal. In my past life, Lawson Group had hired a group of financial experts to come up with a proposal to resolve the issue—I remembered it and told Wanda about

Laurence's words made it clear—he was accusing me of jealousy and intentionally making things difficult for Zoey. The eyes of everyone in the room seemed to burn into me, as if trying to pierce through me. I was shaking with rage, wanting nothing more than to slap Laurence right across his arrogant face. I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and looked at the person who had been the loudest. "If you're so compassionate, let her share your table. If anything happens to her after she eats, you'll be fully responsible," I said. The man's face flushed with embarrassment as he quickly backed away, retreating to the back of the crowd.

You'd never be able to pay for the damage even if you sold all you had! My hands scraped and started to bleed from the rough ground. I could not help but gaze at Jasmine. She sauntered over, all grace and disdain. She spoke up, as if she was doing me a favor, "You want a closer look? Go ahead, crawl in." I grabbed two sticks to prop myself up and followed her inside. My eyes swept over the antique paintings and luxurious furniture that should have been mine. There were remnants of a lobster feast on the table. It brought back memories of scrimping to help my brothers, surviving on a single bun a day, quenching hunger with gulps of water.

She covered her mouth by her hands to stop herself from screaming. “Just complete the task that has been given to you. Gather as much as information about Ms. Swan you can! Her likes, dislikes, friends, enemies, past lovers, favourite food, favorite destination for vacation and about her childhood. I want everything!” Percy said in an icy cold tone. He stood at his place and kept his both hands on the table with a loud thump. Everyone stopped eating and drinking instantly and turned towards him in terror. Nobody could even move when his intense cold gazes were on them. There was a moment of silence until he started speaking again.

When they were done, they sat at the table too. “Where's Percy?” Paul asked. “Said he had a surprise for me,” Lois answered. Right then, Percy arrived and sat down. “Can we say grace now? I am starving,” Paul asked and Rebecca began to say grace. Then they started to eat. “What is my surprise, Percy?” Lois asked after gulping down water. “Did you hear about the VIP match coming up? Walter Lance?” he asked as he was cutting steak. “Yes?” she asked with beaming eyes, eager to know what the surprise was about him.

Mom snatched the deed instantly. “Patricia, what are you screaming about? Taylor is doing you a favor by even agreeing to play with you. Who wants your tiny half-million shack? Taylor lives in actual luxury homes,” my aunt countered. “Maisie, stop this. Let’s go home. I’ll start working to earn what I lost tomorrow. Please, I’m begging you.” Dad grabbed my hand, pleading. Seeing us like that, Taylor slapped the table and stood up. “Okay, okay, just leave then. If you can’t afford to play, don’t show your face here again.

My hand brushed against his, and I ended up resting my elbow on the round table, attempting to sit more casually and relaxed, like I wasn't about to participate in an Ironman Triathlon. The table was adorned with battery-operated candles, dice, nuts, and an assortment of liquor bottles and whiskey glasses. Perry handed out three dice to everyone, a lit cigarette dangling between his fingers. "Ashton would know..." he began, but stopped abruptly when Perth shot him a no-nonsense look. Davin mimicked slicing his neck, presumably signaling Perry not to pursue that topic. But I couldn't be entirely sure. "Let's talk about something else," Kaleb said sternly, his voice commanding.

He countered and before I could give my consent or refuse his suggestion, he said, "Percy already reserved a table for dinner, he will soon be here.” It was barely a minute after he said this that the doorbell rang only for the door lock to clink open. "Ready?” Percy asked, passing me a wink. "Yeah!” When we arrived at the five star restaurant, Jax was already seated behind a table munching some pastries. "You're paying for that.” Percy said as soon as we got to the table. "You guys were taking forever to come around and I was starving.” Jax replied amisdts mouthfuls.

The table was bare with no sign of papers or briefcase, what is this ploy? “Shall dinner begin?” he asked and grabbed the menu on the table. My jaw slacked and my eyes widened. Did we actually come here to sign papers or for dinner? “I didn’t come here to eat, percy told me-” I turned in Percy direction my eyes slanting as I stared at his face. “I told you we were having dinner with your father, you came late don’t blame it on me Eden.” Percy snapped in my direction, his eyes were cold and off.

Tonight the hall was dark, and only a thin line of light spilled from Eren’s chamber upstairs. Hades frowned and lit the lamps. The table had not been cleared. The ambrosia figs prepared for Persephone’s birthday rite sat untouched on their silver tray, the spring candles had burned low and crooked, and the cup of pomegranate wine for their fifth marriage anniversary had gone dark. He looked away and went upstairs. Eren was in his chamber, staring into a viewing tabletthe dissolution decree of the marriage . Around him lay empty shells of honeyed fruit, sugared lotus petals, and jars of sweet cream Persephone would never have allowed him to eat all at once.