The Memo Novels & Stories

“God, this is so hard. I just wish I knew exactly where Minus has been and what he’s been up to all this time.” “You know, there’s a way you can find out all the information about Minus that you need,” she said. “Booker!” I exclaimed. Booker was the Dogs of Fire resident computer guru and finder of all things. “Yes, that’s perfect. I can have him hack his DMV records, utility bills, credit card statements—” “No, silly girl. You can ring Minus and ask him yourself.” “I don’t have his cell phone number,” I said, figuring that was enough to shut that idea down.

He was not buying into what Fabio was saying. "We are good to go," Fabio said to the driver, who started the car with a button. The cars in their entourage flashed their headlights in unison before the cars pulled out of the driveway. "Where are we going?" Adriano asked. "What is this meeting all about?" Fabio reached into his suitcase and tossed a thick file at Adriano. "What is this?" "THE memo about the meeting," Fabio replied. "The answers to any question you have have been answered there."

If that is the case, this mission will be really easy for me and I can go back to the present in no time. I flipped the page of the diary and saw a calendar. It was date 1950 and there were three months printed on the page. I noticed a small note on the first month, it says, "you only have three months to fulfill. If you failed, you will be stuck there forever." My breathing suddenly stopped because of what I've read. I only have three months to make Henry and Sonia fell in love with each other. How will be that possible? You can't fall in love with someone that quick! This is insane!

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

I’m not sure whether he meant to mention it at all, but it was enough to get me here after a G****e search at an internet cafe. The clerk on duty wheels over a cart stacked with cardboard boxes, each labeled with a year. “This is all we have on Halberd,” she says, her tone somewhere between apologetic and skeptical. “Might be a wild goose chase.” I smile politely. “I like geese.” It takes hours of flipping through brittle pages, cross-checking meeting rosters with scribbled phone numbers and signatures. My fingertips start to feel gritty with old paper dust, but then, buried in a folder marked Miscellaneous – 8/2008, I find a memo.

She turned on the phone and looked at the time, and she found that she had accidentally opened the memo unbeknownst to her. Madeline could not remember when she opened it, so she figured she must have accidentally pressed it while she was still groggy. At a glance, she saw that most of the memo was related to work. There were also some trivial details about daily life, such as what to buy for the child after getting off work and what he would give her as presents. The sight of these warmed Madeline’s heart. She could imagine that Jeremy must be at his most tender state when he was writing those memos about them.

“Do you have a name?” Jonah placed another paper on top of the stack — a photocopy of a printed memo with a faint company watermark. The font was corporate; the header read KINGSTONE ENTERPRISES in a tasteful serif. There was a line — disbursement to be reviewed by senior counsel — and a handwritten note in the margin that read, Hold until cleared. The handwriting sloped like an old man’s. Elena’s breath caught. “That looks like a Kingstone header,” Ethan said, squinting. “That looks like—”

Or… Or had Damon put it there on purpose? She leaned back against the couch cushions, pressing both hands against her face. He’d left her with this file, told her to “see what she’d do with it.” What if this memo was bait? A leash? Her phone buzzed on the table, making her flinch. A simple message from Damon: “Don’t stay up too late.” No emoji. No explanation. Just that. Her blood ran colder than if he’d written a threat.

I kept working. By ten, I'd cleared most of my inbox. I reached for the folder on the edge of my desk. My hand stopped. The envelope was right there. I looked at it. My fingers hovered. Then I picked it up. The paper was weighty. Quality. I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the document inside. Unfolded it. Vesper & Lane Marketing Group Human Resources Division Internal Memorandum – Administrative Adjustment Date: Tuesday, 8:00 AM Status: Immediate Implementation

Jonny taps away at his phone then hands it to Spin. Spin pushes it back and says, “Loyalty Amory Marshal twelve thirty-one, no spaces but each of her names are capitalized”. Moments later the printer springs to life and the standard four-page document comes out of it. Spin looks at it before handing it to Jonny, who turns the document to face Meme. “What’s this”?