Stranger Things Mr Clarke Novels & Stories

He picks up the phone and answer with a gruff voice. “Clarky speaking?” He was beyond sleepy. “Good day, Mr. Clarke. It's Evan from the reception office. We have been receiving distressing calls from an acquaintance of yours that needs you to be there ASAP.” Clarke made a groaning sound like a frustrated child. “Its Saturday. It’s my day off. Find someone else.” “She says she knows you sir. She says it’s an emergency and something about how you have promise to help her.” “And who would that be?” He answered lazily until the name he can’t seem to forget echoes in his ears.

I slowly opened my eyes, Doctor Hammond and the detective in my view. "Mr Clarke, May we talk?" Dr Hammond asked. "What's happened? Tell me." They both looked at each other, before pulling me to the side. "We think Robert has been in here-" The detective started, but I cut him off. "What do you mean, you think?!" I bellowed, fists clenching at my side. "Nate, please calm down. Hope can hear you." The detective warned, making me realise I had to be careful. She couldn't see me angry. "A guy came in, dark hair, glasses, claiming to be her brother-"

The food we were cooking almost burned because even Oliver was just staring into space. ​"Fuck!" he suddenly cursed. He pulled at his hair and gave me an angry look. "Clarke went ahead with the plan anyway, damn it! The demolition just started yesterday! Does Vareen already know? I'll fucking kill that man!" ​I fucking gave him a clear instruction to stop the demolition. I was about to throw everything I saw when we heard a car from outside. ​Clarke can't really be trusted with this. Why did he have to be the one for the partnership? I can't help but blame Dad for this. I calmed myself down and went to meet Vareen.