Novel & Cerita Target Round Table

-- "Boss is here!" Araoluwa executives said as they stepped inside the nightclub's venue where the business event will be hosted. There are tables and chairs and a stage in front as many people are seated at each table. Amanda, Raven, Goro, Jin, and Hasen were seated at one table, and I walked to them. "The hell took you so long?" Goro asked. "I took a shit like you." I groaned as I decided to just go with the flow. "Oh, and- it was more massive and gigantic than yours, just sayin'." I whistled as I leaned back in the chair.

“This round we’re only betting money, not people.” I snorted. “Once I take all your money, betting people will probably be your only option, won’t it?” Taylor burst into laughter. “Such big talk! Let’s begin then!” The rules were simple: both sides would roll five dice, and whoever had the highest total value would win. For the warm-up round, one thousand dollars was on the line. As Taylor and I started shaking our cups, anyone could see that Taylor was way more skilled. She lifted the cup to her ear, shaking rhythmically with both hands for nearly a full minute before slamming it down.

The group settled into a loose circle, waiting, the anticipation building with every minute. A sharp ping made Adrea glance at her phone. The app had lit up with a bold notification: Table 47. Round One. Please proceed within ten minutes. Her pulse quickened. This was it. “They’ve started calling tables,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. She showed the screen to Aris, who leaned closer, his hand brushing lightly against her arm. “Forty-seven,” he repeated with a small smile. “Come on, I’ll walk you there. Do you need a bathroom break before you get situated? They will have one after every two to three hours anyway.”

They have someone to come home to. *** The round table is a thick slab of scarred wood that doesn't so much as shake when my knife sinks an inch into the marred surface. My knife is the last to go in and means the meeting is brought to order. The men look at me, meeting my eyes, trusting that I can control Beast and be with them on equal ground.

Suddenly, he quickly put his cell phone away and began to focus on the meeting. As usual, Matt as the moderator quickly stood in the middle. Their meeting room this time was using a round table. Each layer is filled with its respective rank. So, the closer to the round table, the higher the rank and authority in this office. Meanwhile, Hana, Rita and Serena, and the other lackeys only sat in the third tier. Yes, who is nobody, just run away actually.

And partly because Clair had already tucked herself against my side on the rug, one hand resting on my knee like she’d made the decision for both of us. The living room lights were too warm, the music in the next room too loud, the air thick with that stale mix of sweat, cheap alcohol, and the sweet artificial smell of somebody’s fruit flavored vape. People crowded into a circle across the carpet and furniture, knees knocking, shoulders pressed together, everybody trying to look casual while obviously hoping for chaos. Tara stood in the middle, holding the bottle by the neck like some kind of deranged game show host. “Rules are simple,” she announced. “Spin it, and if it lands on someone, yo

Inside, the round table was filled with bosses: Caparelli from New York, Baroni from Philly, Estelli from Miami, Guilio from Atlanta, and Calderone from New Jersey. "Don Spinelli, you're late." Don Baroni announced. "Yeah, blame traffic." I replied. "My stingy brother-in-law won't let me near his chopper." Not exactly; I deliberately took a longer route instead. Across my seat, Roriano sat, fingers clasped, with a dead stare; if he could drill a hole in my forehead, no doubt he would. As I sat, I flashed Rory a two-finger salute, earning a side-eye from Romanelli.

The MC's voice booms through the speakers again "For this next part, we'll need a table head. Ladies and gentlemen, please nominate a table head" A really eager young lady on our table picks herself to be the leader and no one else wishes to claim the position, it seems. "Table heads, please pass the envelope around to each member of your table" The envelope reaches me and I put on the hundred dollar bill Anthony gave to me, saying quietly, so only he hears me "I'll pay you back" "Weldone, table heads, now guard these envelopes carefully. We'll need them later" I glance sideways and what I see makes the marquee feel like a freezer.

The room settled into a silence so complete that Aria could hear the soft creak of Elder Thorne's chair as he adjusted his position at the head of the long Council table. The seven Elders were seated. Thorne at the center. Nightshade to his immediate left. Frost, Morrison, Chen, Stormcrow arrayed along the table. And at the far end, Torres, whose face gave nothing away, whose abstention had collapsed what should have been a clean victory into an hour of precedent research and procedural uncertainty. Aria stared at the table in front of her and breathed. Landon's hand found her knee beneath the table and rested there, steady and warm.

“ Get someone on this, find out all you can.” “He believes no one knows, but secrets like that don't stay buried,” I say, selling the idea to him. He smiles thinly. “ No, they don't. “ Good, now he'll look somewhere else, he'll stop watching you, Ronan. But the thought brought no relief. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The arena was filled again like a church, with competitors stretching their legs for the next event, murmurs of voices saying “it's a tie now.” At the center of the hall a massive enchanted table was like a war stimulation, and it was alive with warriors and war terrains. Rivers moved like living things, armies waited for whoever was going to be their general and give them orders.