Porque Te Demoras Novels & Stories

I said quietly. Marcus leaned in. “What.” I pointed to a sequence of communication timestamps. “Look at the delay between instruction and response.” He frowned slightly. “It is within acceptable range.” “Yes.” “But it is increasing.” He looked closer. And then he saw it. Not large. Not obvious. But consistent. Each response was taking slightly longer than before. Not enough to trigger concern. Enough to form a pattern. Adrian stepped forward. “That is hesitation.” “Yes.” “Why.” That was the question.

Me: Don't make me wait! A/N: I'm living with my mom in the meantime and that is a lot of stress. Sorry for the delay. Believe me, I hate it too that I'm updating so slow. I have sooo many other ideas I wanna share. I'm so sorry, you guys and thank you for the constant support ❤️

The sound of keys clacking added to the symphony of activity around us. I looked around, scanning the faces in the bank to ensure no one recognized me. My fingers tapped anxiously on the countertop, a rhythm born of tension. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, and I wondered why the process was taking so long. “Is there a problem? Why are you taking this long?” I asked, my voice tinged with agitation as I struggled to keep my composure. The cashier looked up at me and shook her head. “No, ma’am, there is no problem. Please give me a minute; I will be right back. My computer just froze,” she pleaded, her eyes apologetic.

I said, stating at the man in front of me. "I am trying to believe that you aren't going to betray me one day, but something at the back of my mind keeps on telling me that you are going to do just what I am afraid of. So, tell me," I leaned back, relaxing in the seat even though inwardly, I wasn't at all relaxed. "What is all the delay? Why haven't I gotten what I asked for?"

That was the reason he would never like me. "So," Derris started, his sharp voice snapping me out of my thoughts, "why are you late? Because I'm sure you have a reason or an excuse." His words were mocking and dripped with so much sarcasm, I was scared to reply. Struggling to find my voice, I answered, "I-I'm sorry f-for coming late. I g-got delayed in school a-and had to walk here. I-I'm sorry once again." I wasn't looking at him so I couldn't tell the expression on his face.

Valencia's began tapping the screen with haste, typing the words that came into her mind without a second thought. ‘No, Unfortunately, I have to wait 3 months for the re-stock and I don’t have enough time to wait for it. News? can't you just tell it now?’ she tapped the arrow pointing upward, sending her official message to Cherry. She placed her phone back on the desk and turns her back to walk around her bed on the right side where the vanity table is placed.

The person on the other end paused, then after a minute started cursing “Bitch! Probably couldn’t wait to crawl up to someone didn’t you” “It has nothing to do with you anymore. I am running out of time, if there’s nothing else I am hanging up.” “Wait! About what we spoke, let’s meet tonight to talk” “Tonight? You crazy? Why would I fly 4 hours to talk to you? There’s still 4 months for the final list, why are you in a hurry?” “Where are you?” “None of your business. I will let you know when I get back a week later”

“I said I am.” “You said you wanted to slow down,” he replied. “A week before we’re supposed to get married.” I could tell that it still bothered him. “I was overwhelmed,” I said. “That explains the feeling,” he said. “It doesn’t explain the timing.” I looked away for a moment, my fingers brushing the edge of the counter, while racking my brain for a fitting answer. “I just needed a moment to breathe,” I added. He didn’t rush to answer, waiting for me to giv3 more reasons.

Isabella said suddenly, jumping off the bed. The mattress bounced behind her as she hurried across the room. “Come on!” My hands suddenly felt clumsy as I turned toward the laptop. My heart was pounding so loudly I could practically hear it. The screen glowed in front of us as I opened the institute’s website. The page loaded slowly. Too slowly. “Why is the internet suddenly so slow?” Isabella muttered impatiently. “Relax,” I said, though I was anything but relaxed. Finally the results page appeared. A long list of names filled the screen.

He just left his phone in his drawer on the table, so he didn't check it before entering the meeting room. "Jester, it's ten minutes late. Why isn't your partner coming yet?" one of the board members asked him. He just looked around and gazed at his watch, wondering why the time duration was so long that his woman hadn’t arrived. He answered the speaker, "Maybe there's an emergency I don't know about. Let me just contact her for a while."