Tales From The Secret Annex Novels & Stories

I closed the ledger carefully and tucked it beneath my arm. "We're leaving,” I said. Nobody argued. Whatever answers we hadn't found today, they were no longer buried beneath this hospital, they were coming with us. The heat hit us the moment we stepped back into the tunnel. Smoke drifted through the narrow passage as firefighters guided Eleanor's bed carefully toward the exit. "Easy, she's still unstable,” one of the medics said. I glanced back only once. The hidden room was disappearing behind a curtain of smoke. For twenty-five years it had protected Victor Hale's secrets, today, it had finally surrendered them.

the secretary hesitated “Meaning?” Cole asked “It traces back to someone with executive clearance.” the secretary said, meeting Cole’s gaze, “What are their names?” he demanded “There are only a few people with that level of access," he said, taking a deep breath “I want to hear them," he demanded further "Miss Ana was one of them," he said, his voice cracking. Cole fell silent; for a moment he went still before asking, “Are you certain?” he asked the secretary “Yes, sir," the secretary replied. “There are no assumptions.”

She nodded. "Not everything." "But enough." --- The conference room was sealed within minutes. Only six people were granted access. William. Camelia. Stefan. Marko. Dr. Elena Varga, the organization's chief historian. And Chief Security Officer Daniel Kessler. The door locked behind them. Camelia connected her workstation to the central display. "This information was hidden inside the HX-1 archive." The screen flickered. A faded company logo appeared, followed by a recording date. September 18 — Twenty-Two Years Earlier

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The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.” ** |Sean's POV| "She's in the mansion, tied on a chair, in the basement. Two guards are in front of her cell." Jake, one of my men informed. He was standing straight with his hands behind his back. "She killed someone. The sight was gruesome. The man had a dick in his mouth and his face was completed unrecognisable. I'm telling you, boss, this girl's mental." "And we found her outside the club." Travis, another one of my guys added with a nod. I glanced at him before rolling my eyes, "yeah ‘cause that's where I told you you'd find her, idiot."

As I stepped out of the elevator, my mood was great, and the stress from the earlier meeting somehow disappeared. My secretary greeted me, “Sir, someone sent you a gift. I placed it inside.” A gift? I wonder who it's from. I nodded and went straight to my office. Upon entering, I immediately saw the gift my secretary mentioned – a black box with a red ribbon on top. I furrowed my brows, wondering who could have sent it. I approached my desk and took the box. There was no indication of the sender. I examined it closely before opening. “Sh*t!” I dropped the box and took a step back as soon as I saw its what inside.

He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Ruby** Ruby was walking down the street with Haven. They were going to a small café near campus. Two girls came giggling out of the admissions building. They were talking about the hot guy in the office. Haven over heard them and asked the girls if it was the new professor. Ruby and Haven talked to the girls for a few minutes before continuing on to the café. Haven was excited to see this new professor. "It's about time they hired someone to teach our mythology class." Ruby was listening to her, but something felt different today. It was like someone was watching her. R

She answered it. “Where are you going?” Sophia asked from the other end. “I needed to withdraw money from my card,” Anna told her. “Oh, my apologies. I had not given you any money. Please wait there and return to the suite. I’ll be there in a moment,” Anna sighed and headed back the presidential suite. She entered the bed again, began to eat her chips and fell asleep watching ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ , it had been one of her favorite novels as a child. She’s soon asleep and doesn’t hear when Sophia arrives in her room thirty minutes later with a black AMEX card. Sophia leaves a note besides the card with the pin code and other things that Anna will need to know.

both of us circling the edges of honesty without quite stepping fully inside it. I go that same evening, alone, telling Alexander I have a late board preparation meeting that doesn't technically exist. The storage facility is exactly as unremarkable as Renata's note suggested...rows of identical metal doors under buzzing fluorescent lights, the kind of place built entirely for people who need somewhere anonymous to keep things they'd rather not keep at home. Unit 214 is smaller than I expect. A single metal shelving unit holds a handful of boxes, mostly empty, except for one sitting toward the back, half-hidden behind a stack of folded moving blankets.

He boarded a cap and told him where he was going to and he was left directly in front of the White Companies building. He stood there for over 10 seconds marvelled at how huge the building was before running in as he discovered he was left with 15 minutes. " Where am I even to start from" he stood at the door not knowing whether to go left or right. " Need any help" a security came towards him. " Oh yes thank you. I'm here for the interview of personal assistant of the CEO ". " Okay go straight and take the first bend to your right, you'll see the lift go up to the 20th floor ".