The Memo Novels & Stories

He gave his employees a serious look and then nodded them into the room. He was suddenly torn from his thoughts, the door of his boss opened and Mr. Krüger stood in it and said goodbye to his visitors. These marched past Joshua and Janik without a word. "And?" He asked his boss, who looked at his employees seriously and then nodded into the room. Without changing a face, Mr. Krüger sat down at his desk and asked the two friends to sit down as well. "So ..." He started and Josh had to hold on to not pull the next words out of his mouth. He wasn't supposed to be here, but the call had come so suddenly, Josh had just had enough time to pack his things and was already on the next plane. He could

I answer. The voice is my brother Kyle’s. He’s never reached out to me once. Not even when I was in the UK for seven years. “What the hell are you playing at?” Kyle snaps the second I answer. “What are you going on about?” I reply, leaning back in my chair, already exhausted. “You haven’t seen the company memo?” he growls. I drop my phone on the desk and quickly pull up the Davenport Co. company website on my computer. There it is, the memo. It’s about the correction I made earlier for the company that was used to prevent a legal complaint from quietly escalating and preventing a large financial loss.

To protect him from himself and to protect my secret for as long as necessary. Then I compose a message intended for one person only. The sentence is short, police-like, authoritative: “Get ready. We meet tomorrow at 09:00.” I include a location, a neutral café, the terrace shielded from the wind, a place for meetings without official witnesses. I already know his response: he will come because he believes he can win me back. A pitiful belief, but useful.

I just didn't have the strength to reply to her text anymore. A short while later, I saw that Daryl had posted on his Instagram stories. The first one was a video of Bridget serving him some food from a buffet table. He said, "Wow, it's been years, and I can't believe you still remember my favorite dishes." Bridget replied, "Of course I still remember everything about you! How could I ever forget?" I shut my eyes and felt my phone vibrating again. This time, it was an email. "Good day, Mr. Aiden Rossario. Congratulations on your new position at our company. Kindly report to the office in two days at 8:00 am to complete your onboarding procedures. Thank you."

Jim lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a standard smile appeared on his face. “Mr. Hofsess said you could stay here one night and then leave. The clothes I've given to the cleaners to wash will be sent back to your house. Medicines are placed at the top of the bed. I'll go first." Calantha quickly bowed and watched him until he disappeared. That person was like the shadow of the CEO, the secretaries’ dream lover, Jim Merimee. That he had seen everything happen before made Calantha just wanted to bang her head against the wall and die. It was so embarrassing.

I was silent while enjoying my food which was almost finished. After all my food was finished, Ben also immediately came back and cleaned everything up. I'm still upset, but it's better because my stomach isn't starving anymore. I was still, then not for long. Ben came back with the file that was in front of me. “Boss, this is a draft regarding a new joint company. Several shareholders also seem to be interested in this proposal. But, I still don't know about Mr. Marco. He hasn't answered the email I sent last night. If he doesn't agree, then our plan this time will most likely not work. Unless we get Marco out of the way!”

“I- Deena-“ I didn’t know what to say. The whole thing is still like a shock to me. “Listen can we please just forget about it and focus more on what’s on ground? Let’s pretend that never happened okay? Pleaseeeee.” She morphed a pleading face. “Okay,” I responded in the softest voice. “Great!” She beamed. Something about this was just off, I couldn’t pin point what but I can feel it, and I’m sure of it. Author’s Note: Is Deena really that good of a friend or she has an agenda? Well I can’t wait for us to find out. Thanks for the support.

I pouted as if he could see me. The two-week long school vacation would affect our communication so much. The memo was effective since last Monday and it was so sad not seeing my friends since I can't go out without Marcus now. We often talk on the phone but still have different feelings when we are together. "I know you're pouting. Stop that, you are melting my heart." I bit my bottom lip as I can feel my cheeks turning red in heat. "I miss you so much."

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Racheal said. Out of nowhere Mary grabbed a notebook from her bag, that was filled with texts and pictures. She looked slightly embarrassed. “Okay, don’t get angry, Alpha Moon. But I’ve been trying to make a time-line. I’ve been writing down every memory you had and trying to piece together what happened when. Now that you’ve remembered when Kimiko and your mom died, it’s much easier to place certain memories. Like the memories of you and Kai together are after her death. And every memory you had with your mother was before the age of ten.” Mary said.