The Night Operator Novels & Stories

Just this one night for me to live my life as it had been before. Just this one night for me to forget about everything that happened between these past few years and live like nothing matters anymore. Not that anything does anyways. Just this one night for me to get out of my shell, shielding me away from the world and have fun. Just one night for me to forget about the pain that I carry in my chest and the scars that have to remain permanently scarred to the depth of my soul. Just this one night. And after this night, I'm gonna return to my shell. Returning to being the quiet and the ever so miserable Dawn.

I slipped out of bed, careful not to make any noise as I made my way to the kitchen. After drinking water, I was heading back when I noticed his door slightly open. At first, I wanted to ignore it. It wasn’t my business. Nothing about Adrian ever was. But then I heard a low muffled groan “…Mom…” I froze. Another restless movement followed, the sheets rustling. He sounded, scared. Not his usual arrogance, who would have thought that the great Adrain Volkov could have nightmares. At that moment, he looked vulnerable. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed the door open gently.

"It only needs to work as a door. Yours, when you are ready." He says nothing for a moment. Then, quietly: "Thank you." He ends the call. The operations room holds the four of us, Lucien, Nadia, Gregor, and me, in the deep middle of the night, and outside the compound sleeps with Iris in the nursery and Théo's third notebook somewhere in the north wing waiting for its next entry, and Petra's letter templates sitting open on a screen, ready for whoever comes next. "It worked," Lucien says.

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

The operators work shifts, so it did happen that the person who was on duty the previous day was different from the person who was on duty when Nicholas arrived. "Good afternoon, sir," the operator said anxiously upon seeing Nicholas. Nicholas didn't spare him a glance; his eyes were instead fixated on the CCTV camera screens in front of him. "Sit down!" he commanded in a menacing tone. The operator immediately sat down in fear. To all the members of staff, everyone from the Hemsworth family was scary. They knew that their fate, of their jobs, laid solely in their hands, so to that effect, they did everything they could not to get on their bad sides.

He asked the security guy "Yes sir, she works here". he replied and they sighed confusedly. " Gosh, we are doomed". Ryan said."what is going to happen if Big Bro finds out the girl he had that night was just a common waitress here". he added. "Get rid of the video now ". he order and it was deleted immediately. " Good". he left with Ryan. "What do we do now?" Ryan asked and then his phone rang, he saw the caller ID."big bro is calling".

Luc replied with a shameless smile, pointing to Alice before winking at me. "May I ask what you're doing?" she asked cautiously. "Negotiating, honey. Mr. Basciano wants to spend the night with her." Damn bastard, I thought with anger. It had to be a damn joke, and I was going to cut it off at the root. "Sorry, but my night is already booked with you guys," I said coquettishly. "You know the procedure, it's always by appointment and with our boss's approval, and the offer must be higher than the first one," I explained confidently.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

But this woman works until 3 in the morning, something doesn't seem right to me. -Why did you stay so long past your shift? -I don't work overtime, I work the night shift. Mr. Black has staff working day and night. -Who is Mr. Black, I ask starting to panic. The owner of the house. -Isn't your boss Mr. Lucas Tate?

I decided to grab another opportunity and with that consolation, went back to the patrolling site. ~~~~~~ The opportunity came in the form of night, the peak time when the nocturnals stay awake while the Living slumber, blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking around them. While the night patrollers were dozing slightly, convinced or rather aware that nothing would take place or be out of place that night, I made my way to the guest house. I rounded the small house until I was at the back and it didn’t take me long to determine which one was Myra’s room.