Serial Novels & Stories

All audits, trends, schedule and device inspections completed for both stores. Do we have any service tickets? If not, let's please start a trail so we can get it fixed. It may not be bandwidth as much as server connection issues. For Capri, work never stopped she would often go to sleep at random times in the morning and woken up by work. Between supply partners , upper management, customer complains and co-workers. It never seems to stop. Today should have been a day off, which means answering work related questions off the clock all while she was running personal errands.

The main phone had the curling wire connecting to it and I wasn’t sure you could even buy these at the store anymore. Taking another sip of beer, I was starting to set it down when the phone rang. Catching the bottle before it dropped onto the floor, I placed it on the coaster softly. It rang again and I realized I need to answer it. Picking it up, my hand shook as I hit the answer button. Putting it up to my ear and taking a breath, I let myself fall into a customer service voice. “Hello, Carl’s Auto Shop. How can I help you today?”

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Finn replied with a smile and the four of us went in to his house "What can I get everyone to drink?" Finn asked "Can I get a Jack and Coke?" I asked and Finn grinned "That sounds good, I'll have the same" Sally said "Me too" Keri added Finn poured and we all settled on the couch and sipped them. We relaxed and talked and drank quite a few shots and drinks. "Lays, your phone keeps going off" Keri commented with a giggle. I looked at the phone that I had put on the coffee table and see that it is indeed lit up. I forgot that I turned the ringer off.

Eli stood by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle, expectant look in his eyes as you entered the room. "I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to settle deep in your chest. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved across the space with a slow, deliberate grace, closing the gap until you could feel the heat radiating from him. When his hands finally found your waist, they were steady and warm, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the thrum of his heartbeat—fast, rhythmic, and echoing your own.