Novel & Cerita Sloppy Seconds

My company had something they wanted in return. That was what this meeting was about. Business. Nothing more. I closed the folder. “What time is it?” “Ten fifteen.” I glanced toward the clock. Fifteen minutes. I walked toward the window. Below me, the city was already alive. Cars moved through the streets. People hurried toward their destinations. Everyone was building something. So was I. Patty's phone vibrated. She checked the screen. “They're here.” I turned. “The Woods team?” She nodded.

Garrett responds in four minutes. I tell him about the secondary evidence set in the same structured concise language I have used for every exchange with him, because clarity is a form of urgency and this is the moment when clarity matters most. He is quiet for a moment after I finish and then he says: I am moving the timeline up. I need twelve hours, not forty-eight. Can you hold everything steady for twelve hours?

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

I wanted the young girl to turn around, curious of what her face looked like. "I know, I know," She spoke. "You're thirty minutes late. I woke you up before I left, what happened?" "I was awake, but after my jog, I passed right back out." Crissy looked. Ms. Crissy was a plump and extremely short woman. Her hair was cut very low and she had round studs in her ears. "Can you please excuse me? Give me a tardy slip?" "Ashley, what were the rules?" I watched as the young girl shifted her weight from her left foot to her right, and she seemed to cross her arms.

That show was famous for their juicy fast talks and interviews. As she waited to be called, she couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of them talking when she blacked out. She couldn’t believe how densed she was to be so late to connect the dots. Since they flew back to the Metro, he had been good, as if the currents of the winds inside his head changed.

please be a deer please be a deer oh God be a deer please . . . bright sun glaring off winter hills, distorting his vision. And there was the mound of pink, fluffy fur, ringed with white cotton, heaped on the snow bank. Jesse’s world crumbled. “Oh shit.” He scrambled forward. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

His baritone voice sent shivers down my spine. "O-Okay." Adeline, are you serious? What's the point of your stuttering? He walked alongside me after allowing me to walk first. "How come you're here so early?" I tried to wash my uneasiness away with a remark. "I was dismissed at two in the afternoon and had nowhere to go, so I came here." Two? It's already two- thirty in the afternoon! So he waited for thirty minutes? "Did you wait thirty minutes?" I state the obvious.

First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

They were locked entirely on her—dark, intense, and smoldering with a dangerous, long-suppressed heat. "I was checking the municipal timeline," Sloane said smoothly, her voice a polished, icy shield as she stepped around the marble vanity. "We leave for the executive boardroom in forty minutes." Brett didn't move from the doorway. He didn't check his watch. "Don't lie to me, Sloane." "I don't lie to my primary clients," she countered, crossing her arms, her chin tilted high in defiance. "You lie to yourself," Brett growled softly, pushing off the doorframe.

As if on cue my phone vibrated, and I checked it quickly, smiling to see who it was from. Sir Cuntchops: Parking may be a nightmare, shall I pick you up from work or would you rather meet at home? Sloane: Let’s meet at home so we don’t have to come back and get my car. Sir Cuntchops: Then I’ll see you at 5 omnia mea (my everything). Sloane: =) Yes sir. Sir Cuntchops: Careful woman, you know what that does to me. Sloane: *devil face emoji*