Romans & histoires Stand-in

And immediately start walking away and he let's me, he doesn’t stop me this time. He just stands there furious.

“I’m going to bed early.” Cain nodded, reopening the manual. She hesitated. “Don’t you have a post to stand or something?” “I do,” he said. “It’s called a sitting post.” Her eyes widened. “You are not staying in here to watch me sleep.” “Fine.” He stood and moved toward the door. “I’ll stand outside instead. By morning, everyone will know you’re under the King’s sentinel’s protection. Might want to come up with a good story for that.”

No one moved further. A standoff. And this time—one wrong move would be enough to break it. ****tbc****

At the forefront was a young man in his late twenties, with a retinue of figures clad in black trailing behind him. "Mr. Hank Abando, who did this to you?" The young man's voice boomed with shock and concern as he took in Hank's battered condition.

I stood up from my seat and pulled out a business card from my wallet as I walked forward and knelt in front of Raymond. “I’m not a bad man, Ray, but I can help your daddy fight off the bad men. Copy this number and save it on your phone, and whenever you come across any of the bad men, you call me instantly and I will always respond to your call.” I assured him. I made it look like I was talking to Ray, but I’m sure his father knows that I was extending a hand of friendship here, and I hope he takes it.

"Um, yes. Good morning ma'am. That's me and what I'm here for." Finally, she looks up and seems to run her eyes over the length of me before she says, "It's a good thing you're not late. Please, sit over there and wait with the gentleman and ladies. They're also here for the same position." And without further ado, places her head back right down and keeps on typing furiously.