The Arrangement Audiobook Novels & Stories

She stared at it for long and took note of the plate number. She got into her Audi and drove it directly to her husband’s office. Her arrival shook the employees, and they greeted her with smiles. But after they turned back, they would surely start gossiping about her. She cared less about those employees. The most important thing to her was her subjects, not her husband’s employees. His assistant greeted and escorted her to his office. “Mr. Lawson is currently in a meeting. Would you like some tea and Bavarians? Mr. Lawson is always prepared for your arrival,” the assistant said to her with a cheerful smile. She smiled a little and nodded.

Dante had never felt the weight of a room quite like this. He is seated at the head of the boardroom table with Heira to his left. His worries are going overboard because he still hasn't gotten Heira to talk. Right now, he doesn't know where her head is at. That is not a good thing.

When are you looking to move in? The typing indicator appeared almost instantly. Mia paused. Fast. Aubrey: In a few days, if that works. I need to settle quickly. Mia hesitated for half a second. A few days was soon, but not impossible. Better than waiting. Still, something about the speed made her pause but she ignored it. Mia: That’s fine. We can arrange a viewing and go over details. Another quick reply came through. Aubrey: I don’t think I’ll need to view it. Your listing is detailed enough, and I trust it. I can send the deposit as soon as we agree.

***Hi! This book is under MAJOR revision, so some things might not add up in the next chapters. Please read on with this in mind. Audrey sweeps the conference room with her gaze. When she was sure every single one is gathered around, she flops down on the seat next to Christian Parkinson whom she have set the meeting for in the first place.

But something had changed within its walls. Or rather… someone had. **** Alex stood behind the counter that morning, carefully arranging a stack of books with a precision that bordered on obsessive. He paused halfway through, tilting his head slightly, adjusting one novel so that its spine aligned perfectly with the others. Then he frowned. Then adjusted it again. “You know,” a voice chimed from behind him, “if those books were any straighter, they’d start judging the rest of us.” Alex didn’t turn immediately, but the corner of his lips twitched.

The photograph that is the first thing you see when you enter the room, that is positioned at eye level, that catches the light in the afternoon. The books in Vivienne's arrangement. Vivienne had been Alexander's assistant, had known Dom, had understood something about the way grief needed to be organized. She had arranged the books not by author or title but by association—the books Dom had loved on one shelf, the books that had been important to Alexander during the years of his brother's illness on another, the books that had arrived in the years since, sent by people who didn't know what else to send. The arrangement had not been touched since Vivienne had made it. It was not a museum di

I was certain I would find mine before him, though, because it looked like I was on the right track to finding it. There was a problem with this particular library, though. This library didn't have its books arranged in the proper order. The books were arranged haphazardly, with no care for order or easy location. Most libraries either had their books arranged in alphabetical order or according to author's names or according to the genres but this particular one didn't have any of that. Everything was joined together with everything and it made finding a book so difficult. I wonder why the Alpha had it like that, though.

“Another present.” His voice makes me shudder up so close, and I smile. “What sort of present?” I ask, breathless with anticipation. He grins and reaches for something on the nightstand. I catch a glimpse of shiny silver before he ties a silk scarf over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. “What are you doing?” I ask, my heart racing. “Dallas?” “Schhh, trust me,” he says, his breath hot against the silk that covers my eyes and ears.

I walk around through the shelves, it was all arranged in alphabetical order of genre, within each genre, and the books were arranged in the order of the title’s first letter. Everything looks so organized and clean, I entered my favorite aisle that is literature. As soon as I entered, I took a step back, because there stood a boy with worn out black leather jacket and hair styled to perfection looking through the books like a small boy in candy store. “Please close your mouth; flies may enter your pretty mouth.” I close my mouth immediately and my cheeks turn red in embarrassment. He starts chuckling looking at my state and I swear I heard him say, “Cute”. Or it could just be my overthinkin

The books are arranged properly, the desk spotless, even the documents stacked neatly exactly how I left them earlier. Janus walks past me calmly and drops into the large executive chair behind the desk like none of this is strange. One leg lifts onto the table while he casually opens a document in his hand. I stand there staring. “But… there’s no work here.” Without even looking up, he says, “Rearrange the files.” I blink slowly. “But they’re already perfectly arranged.” That finally makes his eyes lift toward me. “Now you argue with your Alpha?” My mouth opens before quickly closing again.