Tentative Date Novels & Stories

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(Natasha) "We need the relocation date in writing by month-end," the transition lead says. "Legal wants it locked before we announce." He's the third person from Doheny to call this week. They rotate, like a collections agency with better suits. I guess they’d stop if I actually gave them a straight answer. "I understand." "So can we say the fifteenth?" My pen is hovering over the calendar. Right over the square. All I have to do is write a number in it.

Since I've already found the date, I read it out to Trevor who has his desktop ready so as to key it in. "Fifteenth October..." I repeat the date and then wait for him to do his job. All this while, I'm crossing my fingers hoping to hear positive results from him. I can't even dare do anything else because I'm eager to hear what he has to say about the fire incident. "Not yet?" I ask while fidgeting. Trevor has been working on the computer for over seven minutes now, trying to unravel the mystery about that date. "I'm almost there." He replies as he continues working on it.

"Mom, I'm your son." Harry got up, intending to kick him out. "Go! Go! We don't have a son like you!" Looking at the scene before him, Zac could only turn his pleading gaze to me. "Celia, I'm sorry. I really didn't know. I'll marry you now. We can register our marriage tomorrow. You can hold the wedding wherever you want. Don't worry—I'll definitely keep my distance from Aurora. I said nothing and just looked at him mockingly. I replied icily, "Zac, don't be shameless. We broke up long ago. What's the point of pestering us like this? Let me go. Just take care of yourself."

Sandy was getting confused by all the dates, and answered, "Uh-huh." "Mrs. Cox," Judge Brunner instructed, "please answer with a yes or no." Hesitating a moment to remember the question, Sandy finally answered, "Yes." "Good, we're making progress," Megan said. "That leaves Monday, August 14th, Tuesday, August 15th, or Wednesday, August 16th. Would you be able to pin the incident down to one of those dates, Mrs. Cox?" "No, I'm sorry that I can't be sure," Sandy said.

Chapter 48: Afterglow ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 22 - 2027 ║ ║ Monday║ (D - 4) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ Warning : R18+

“You okay?” “Yeah. Just that pain again. If I hunch over it’s not that bad, but when I straighten up it’s like someone’s flicking rubber bands again. I’m fine though, don’t worry. Before you go, would any Sunday in December work for you? What about early January?” “You can pick a date. If I can be there, I will.” “You won’t know if you have a day off?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I can’t promise anything. But that’s okay. Do it whenever it’s good for you, babe.”

As the man who lead us here went up and stood behind a glass podium. This is the very first time that I stood next to a person who’s not from Edge Six so it’s kind of natural instinct that we grouped ourselves according to the Edge we came from, leaving an approximately one meter space in between. “We are all gathered here for a bit of explanation on the game.” The man started, his voice echoed as we stood here, quietly listening. “As you know, Date a Liar has been existing for fifty years now.” He looked up as if he can still see the first year the game has launched.

“Let’s make a weekly date night, just the two of us.” “I would love that!” Tiff said excitedly. We sat and talked about school and Tiff’s new position at Michaels Investment Group, and it was just like old times, just different topics. “It’s amazing how we’re so grown up now,” I chuckled. “Bite your tongue,” Tiff teased. “I’m still young and vibrant.” “Hey,” I stated. “I’m five months younger than you! Wait a minute, what’s today’s date?” “March 22, I think,” Tiff said, feigning innocence.

Neil informed him. Viaan raised his head and gave him an unreadable look. "What's the date?" He asked in a calculative tone. "It's February 20th." Replied Neil.