The Rich Lady Clocks In Novels & Stories

Rosalinda Barr, the woman who had been accompanying Tommy, confronted the staff, saying, "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that Mr. Yates has no money? "Who do you think you're looking down on? Open your eyes wide and see clearly. This is Tommy Yates of Yates Group. How could he have no money?" She pulled Tommy aside and whispered, "Mr. Yates, there must be something wrong with their machine! Do I not know how rich you are?

Day 2~ 6 and half hour - 12;12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 6; 6 and three quarter- 8 and three quarter Day 3 ~ 6 - 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 5 and half; 6 - 8 and three quarter Day 4 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and quarter; 3 and three quarter - 5 and three quarter; 6 – 8 Day 5 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter – 4 and quarter; 4 and half - 5 and half; 6 - 8. Jack’s work at the estate was mainly bookkeeping. Mira’s scribblings were a piece of cake for him. He scribbled 66 at the bottom before asking “Wife didn’t you include the time you did on Saturday after you did the neckerchief?”

Maybe I could breathe again. The clock beside my bed showed 9:45 PM. I shook myself awake. The party started at 8 PM. I was late, but my nerves were still a tangle. Carefully, I dressed in smart jeans and a top that was stylish but not showy, took a deep breath, and grabbed my bag. Deep down, I knew I’d hurt a lot of people by being at that party because most people who would be there definitely do not like me, but… I had to try.

I scratch at the mark on my neck and hiss when it sends a sting of pain to my brain. What the fuck am I doing with such thoughts? I get back to the room I'm meant to clean and I do. Roman has a full compartment in his walk-in wardrobe for watches. I have to put them back firmly on their little pillows and arrange them, chronologically. His shoes are all messy and the polish does little to make them shine again. I check the time on one of the watches and it’s 9 a.m. I have to find out where my needy billionaire CEO works.

Christopher "Goodbye, sir!" That is the second time I heard that, and it still does not make sense to me. "Sir!" Rita said again, but it sounded more like yelling. I lifted my left hand from my table to check the time from my Graff Diamond's Hallucination wristwatch. "It's 3:15 pm," I asked, surprised she was leaving that early. "It is Friday, sir," Rita responded with a frown boldly engraved on her face. She has to remind me all the time.

The next morning, the buzzing sound of an alarm clock filled the room, disturbing Lucia's sleep. Frustrated she sighed deeply and she opened her eyes slowly. She extended her hands slowly, towards the clock in a bid to turn it off. Instead, she touched her phone and mistakenly pushed the Alarm clock to the floor. Lucia stood up immediately to check the clock. "Oh no! no..no no." She said, gathering the shattered pieced clock from the floor. "Argh, it's going to be a bad day today." She cursed. The clock is her favorite, she loved it because it was gifted to her by her grandmother while she was in London.

Her eyes widened as the clock struck eight. "Rrriicchhiiee!" she yelled as she half-jumped awake. Richie, who was in the kitchen, almost choked when he heard the voice calling his name. After that, he just looked at the doorless kitchen door and found a confused-looking Sharlynn, who was ruffling her thick hair into a mess.

Lily wasted no time in racing up the stairs and into her room. Getting in the shower, she washed off the courthouse grim from her body before changing into comfortable work clothes and heading out. ~•~•~•~ “Miss Arkwright,” Richard greeted her by the entrance of Arkwright Conglomerate as she arrived. “Good morning.” “Good morning, Richard,” She returned his greeting with a smile, striding towards the elevator. “When's my first meeting of the day?” The assistant fell in sync beside her, glancing at his tablet and retrieving her schedule.

*** Jennifer's eyes vibrated open, disturbed by the sound of the doorbell, she rubbed her eye trying to shake off the sleep. "Goodmorning Mrs Jennifer" Richard called out from the outside. His greetings brought Jennifer back to reality, she had just gotten herself into a one year contract marriage with an anonymous old beast. She made her way to open the door and saw Richard standing with a garment bag slung over his shoulder. "I presume you've had enough rest, here your attire for your first appearance today" Richard said as he drops the bag on the couch, his expression professional. Jennifer stared at the clock, it was already 10am, she was so exhausted last night that she just crashed dow

"What do you mean, hours?" "It's quarter past eleven o'clock." "Eleven?" Lisa replied as she looked at the clock on the wall, which read 11:17. "Oh my God. You should have woken me up earlier." "You needed sleep." Lisa sighed as she realized it was Saturday, then nodded in agreement with Ricardo's words. "Thanks for the food." "I'll do anything for you." After showering and dressing, Lisa suggested to Ricardo that they pay a visit to Ellen Swift's grave.