Temporarily Closed Novels & Stories

The weight of the decision settled in her bones like cold water. “We’ll do it Tuesday night,” Ava said. “Store closes at ten. Staff’s minimal. Just the assistant manager and one cashier on duty. They’ll be too scared to ask questions.” “What about cameras?” Grace asked. “Disabled. Temporarily,” Ava said. “I have a guy.” “You have a guy?” Sam raised a brow. Ava didn’t answer. Grace didn’t push. Some questions were better left unasked. Ava walked to the kitchen counter, picked up a burner phone, and slid it across to Grace.

I decided to close off the office and get this whole thing over with. I walked out, and there they were, waiting at the front door. I was ready to speak to them. I was tired of this, tired of the whispers and the drama. "Due to the recent allegations made by my fellow businessman, Dmitri," I said, my gaze unwavering. "Rossi Enterprise will be temporarily shutting down while I clear my name and address these claims. To our investors and partners, I understand your concerns. Our team will do everything in our power to ensure that Rossi Enterprise remains a reliable and trustworthy company, and that these allegations are proven false."

I hiss aloud. It's 11 p.m., and everyone should be at home scrubbing themselves clean of the fifth their bodies have sustained throughout the day. While I sat across the street this morning, I noticed that the club's east wing had been temporarily closed. The large sign that read: 'CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE' Could be seen from the main road. I had intended to set fire to the entire building.

I decided to call it a night if I don't die of hunger tonight, then maybe tomorrow will come with a little bit of sunshine. I moved towards my temporal corner, it's located on the side of a restaurant where they normally keep their chairs after closing for their daily business. The shop closes by 9:00 pm and resumes the next day by 8:00 am. The front of the shop becomes mine during the closed hours.

Near evening the secondary channel carried a short message from Elias. The outside party has acknowledged the formal closure of the residual claim. No further legal approach is expected at this time. Residual network activity remains near zero. Standard caution remains in effect. Separate note: the party’s acknowledgment included a reference to the same historical date previously cited. The reference was incidental in form. It was not incidental in meaning. They still want us to know that they remember. Kael read it and looked at me. Draven closed the channel. The claim was closed. The memory was not.

“Then what are you waiting for? Bug off and leave as well. The club is still open, and there are still shows ongoing upstairs. Go there, or just fuck off.” “Not anymore. I decided to close early today for everyone’s safety,” a familiar voice interjected. Lucien, Velvet Fang’s owner, appeared from upstairs. My face soured in an instant. He always appears when he’s not needed. Severin’s grin grew wider after seeing Lucien. “You damn bastard, you finally appeared!”

“Sir, Celestine’s has been closed for renovations since Monday. We’re not even in the building right now. I’m working from home.” The world tilted. “What?” “We’ve been closed all week. Plumbing emergency. We had to relocate temporarily. All our appointments were rescheduled or moved to our Upper East Side location.” “But the lights are on. The display is up. There’s a dress in the window.” “That’s just the display we left. The lights are on a timer for security. But no one’s been in that building since Monday morning.” I looked at the darkened shop. At the locked door. At the empty interior.

His face was impassive. “Excuse me, sir,” he said, his voice deep and firm. “I’m afraid we’re temporarily closed.” My brow furrowed. “Closed? But I just saw people go in. Are you sure?” “Yes, sir,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “There’s a VVIP inside. The boutique is private for the time being. Please understand.”

Meanwhile, Charlie, who had left first, had already reached the entrance of Champs Elys Resort. There was a very eye-catching sign in the middle of the road at the entrance of the mountain that read: ‘The hotel is temporarily closed for renovation. We apologize for any inconvenience.’ In addition, there were two cars parked on the roadside with several security guards wearing uniforms sitting in the car. When Charlie’s car turned in from the main road, one of the security guards got out of the car to stop the car. After the car stopped, he walked to the driver’s side and said, “Excuse me, Sir, our resort is currently under renovation and it’s no longer open to

my voice never waivered getting right to the point "Mmhm I did. In order to avoid any fine's I'll need you to submit your renewals. You can either do that online or in person, it takes about three days for each of them to be processed. But you'll have to come into the office in person to apply for a temporary permit that will allow you to continue your business operations but only within the hours of 12-9pm" his voice was deep and silky, the roughness in his tone now gone "Great how late is the office open?" I breathed out