The Night Operator Novels & Stories

"We are logging a secondary internal network event within the penthouse perimeter. The climate control and lighting arrays in the eastern guest wing have just sustained a manual user override." My head snapped up, my blue eyes freezing into absolute focus. "Identify the operator." "It is Phoebe, sir," Vance reported. "She has deactivated the automated sleep-cycle protocols for her sector. She is currently initializing multiple high-intensity lighting fixtures within the primary guest suite." I closed the holographic array with a swift, cold motion of my hand. The time was 2:14 AM. Her biological rhythm should have dictated another four hours of deep physical recovery after the extreme adrena

Few minutes later, the man stopped videoing me and sat down back on the stool. I was still pleading for help when some men walked inside towards us. I moved my gaze towards the three men who were looking tartarred and dirty. "Call me Doctor Lilian," The man seating opposite me said to the men and they nodded. "Okay sir no problem," One of the men said and walked out. Nickel's POV "Doctor, please talk to me, what do you mean by the operation wasn't really succeseful? Is Kelly died? Or will he die? What really happened?, Doctor, please explain it to me." I said

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

I mutter to myself, waiting for a response. “How much for a night?” He asks out of the blue, making me furrow my brows. What is this fucker talking about? “What? I’m not a prostitute” I complain. “Never said you were…you just put a label on it” He states, casually unwrapping his towel from his waist, making me turn around on impulse.

With my face mask I am on my way to the boss's office, he is also about to leave and when he saw me, he smile plainly and gave the floor map of hospital. "Santos, I am really sorry for the sudden change of shift, but you already know that the night shift has a lot of offer, and you can earn a lot." He joked and I just laughed, as if I can say no to the management, I don't have a degree, I am just a highschool graduate, that is why I know the reason of them, taking advantage of me. "Please do prioritize Dr. Remon's room, he have a duty tonight and he want his room clean, alright?" I nod while walking away, preparing myself for the night shift.

he noticed Roberth descending the stairs with an enigmatic expression, missing his usual jokes. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had already been tampered with and went up the stairs. Roberth set the whiskey aside on his dresser and began to think about many things, his life needing a change, and in a few days he would meet the Italian businessman, his father's partner, whom he had heard so much about. Everything needed to be in good shape for the man to accept the deals with his father, and there were twenty missed calls on his cell phone. All from Amanda, and he was determined to ignore all of them for the next few hours.

Oh, how she hated cleaning the oven! After making sure that her kitchen was spotless, she prepared the ingredients for tomorrow’s orders. She made sure they’re organized on the workstation. A well-arranged work station reduces the work time. When she’s happy with everything in the kitchen, she went out to check on Beth and Maya. She glanced at the small clock by the register. It was already five in the afternoon and in an hour Beth and Maya’s shift will end. She always saw to it they did not go home late. It is quite dangerous for young girls like them to commute late at night.

Since he was a child, he was an employee of their family. “What happened? Why did that part suddenly disappear? Didn’t you sleep earlier? Didn’t you leave here to eat or use the bathroom? Didn’t you notice anyone watching here?” Diana asked one after the other. “We don’t sleep during our duty hours, Ma’am Diana. We also have our own snack and meal times. If someone leaves to use the bathroom, someone will replace us, taking our duty here,” the OIC security explained. “Is there a mole here? Diana looked at them one by one.

He was also startled when Sachin grabbed him by the neck when he was about to park in another hotel that was never named in the society but was having a good income. "Tell me you're not going to make me sleep in that dirty place." Sachin coldly stated, gripping him hard. "I only have cash." Brandon said in defeat. "No!" Sachin screamed at his face, going insane. "Contact Carlson!" Dini said indifferently from the backseat. "But it's already in the middle of the night." He pointed to the time. What answered Brandon was cold silence. Having no choice, Brandon sighs and gets his phone to call Carlson.