Novel & Cerita Temporarily Closed

At ten o’clock in the morning, Xynthia showed a curious look when she walked into Flutwell’s business alliance’s chain Budokans with dozens of workers temporarily transferred from Buckwood and Mordu. Flutwell’s business alliance was already bankrupt, but the workers could still work there as usual due to the asset disposal process. When Xynthia and the others walked inside, a staff immediately came forward. “We’re closed for the next few days, everyone. Please come again next time.”

he said and give another smile. The attendant came back again but without any dishes, he bow a little before speaking "I'm sorry sir, ma'am but we need to cancel your order and cut your visit to Romantic couples short" "What?" "Romantic couples is closed for today due to an emergency situation" "What the hell are you talking about?" Thompson ask getting rile "I'm so sorry" the attendant give a lower bow again Thompson took out his phone and dial a number in anger, the phone ring for a while before it got accepted

m. He had been watching the numbers for hours, tracking the cascade of freezes and flags and frozen accounts. His beta entered without knocking, face pale, voice tight. "Our reserves are inaccessible," he said carefully. "Temporarily. We're working on—" "How long?" A pause. Then, quietly: "We don't know."

But right now, I needed some privacy. “Okay, I am good now, Carter,” I say firmly. I would not be able to endure the embarrassment of him staying with me. Regardless of if he is my mate. “Alright little one,” he says with a chuckle as he turns and moves towards the door. “If you need anything, call me immediately,” he says as he quietly shuts the door.

The Architecture was coarse and simple. "It's early," Rodriguez said, hobbling toward the entrance, "so I'm assuming we won't have services to deal with." The church's entry was a recessed stone niche inside which stood a large wooden door. To the left of the door, looking entirely out of place, hung a bulletin board covered with schedules and religious service announcements. Rodriguez frowned as he read the board. "They don't open to tourists for another couple of hours." He moved to the door and tried it. The door didn't open. Eavesdropping from the wood. After a moment. He pulled back, a scheming look on his face as he pointed to the bulletin board.

Abigail's heart melted. “I just don’t want people thinking—” “That I’m a man hopelessly in love with his wife?” he chuckled. “Let them. I wear that badge with pride.” She couldn’t hide her giddy smile. Clara glanced over again, catching a glimpse of it, and turned back with a teasing smirk. “Are you free now? Is your meeting over?” she asked, still flustered. “Just wrapped it up. Roen and I are heading to a hotel branch for another one. Might not be back until late afternoon. Make sure you eat, okay? I’ll see you later.”

Francine answered as she wipes her tears. "Okay, I'll take you to school then. I need you to keep our meeting a secret, okay? I will ask for help from my cousin who is a policeman. We will help your mom." Marcus promised Francine. ---------- Marcus was already planning to contact Jack when he realized that he no longer works for the company he used to work for. But then Jack's old number was already inactive. He doesn't have social media accounts, and no one from their circle of friends knows his new contact information. So he decided to visit his mom.

"Lauren, shut the hell up and close the door." Damien hissed. "Not until you tell me who the hell this harlot is." Lauren shouted. Damien grumbled before standing up, closing the door. "I need you to keep your mouth shut and sit down." Damien hissed in her face. He sat beside Tierra who was now asleep, grabbing the cloth again and dabbing it against her forehead. Lauren rolled her blue eyes before sitting down.

"I don't understand. Few days ago they shut us down. Now they're saying we can open?" "Why would they do that?" I asked. Mrs. Bayer shook her head slowly. "I don't know. But I don't like it." She folded the paper and tucked it into her apron pocket. "Something doesn't feel right." I looked at the door, my stomach turning. They shut us down a few days ago. Now they're saying we can open? Who's playing games with us?

“The owner has made the decision that until this is complete, the club will be temporarily shutting down.” I shook my head, not sure I had heard her right. I had never heard of a company spontaneously shutting down at the last minute like that. It would cost them millions to do that. “We have been instructed that we will spare no expense but that everything needs to run through Charlotte and then myself, before anything gets started,” Heather said, and I nodded, feeling a little better that they would be shutting down the club. The room erupted into noise as everyone talked over each other, turning to the person next to them or speaking over the table to discuss suppliers, scheduling, and th