The Rich Lady Clocks In Novels & Stories

The lady asks with a resentful tone, trying to provoke the other side. The butler didn’t say anything he just bring out a golden clock from the inner pocket of his suit and check the time while waiting patiently for the lady to finish her turn of chess. “As I said before, Madam. I just want you to sit here with me for a time being, or until you win a game of chess against me.” Said the butler.

Sister Mary meant business and she had no time for sluggards as he would say. One morning Maria had overslept. She could not hear when sister Mary rang the bell. She was exhausted and she slept late the previous night because there was one toddler who was not well. He was crying the whole night and when she tried to calm him down he would scream making it impossible for her to sleep. By the time the toddler managed to sleep it was already the early hours of the morning.

Daniel The clock on the wall ran four minutes fast. I'd timed it against my daily medication schedule three weeks ago, but hadn't mentioned it to anyone. Small advantages accumulate. I watched the minute hand tick past our scheduled meeting time. Richard was late. The man billed $850 an hour and had never once been anything but punctual—until today. Unusual. Concerning. Richard's predictability was part of what made him useful—prestigious enough to satisfy the board's expectations, hungry enough to follow instructions without excessive moralizing.

Richard had arrived early at the kindergarten gate to pick up Justin and immediately spotted the familiar black luxury car. Erin. "Boss, I'm off the clock," Richard said with a hint of helplessness. "What, is replying to my messages a crime?" Erin took off his sunglasses and asked in a deep voice. Richard cleared his throat. "No, I just didn't see it." "Oh, I thought replying to me was punishable by law," Erin said sarcastically. "Boss, I'm off duty," Richard reminded Erin once more, emphasizing his personal time. "What a coincidence, so am I," Erin said cheerfully, unabashedly shameless.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

I've been waiting here for a while, but the McLadels are yet to arrive. It's really different when people are so rich; they think they are the most important people. I looked at the watch on my left wrist. I just shook my head when I saw that it was 8:30 PM; they said the meeting would be at 6:30 PM. But then I just sighed, waiting for them to arrive. Well, I hope one of them will come, whether it's Madame McLadel or Valentina.

HOURS PASSED. Needless to say, Michelle enjoyed Jacob’s company so much that she lost track of time. Before she even realized it, the antique long clock that towered over most of the people in the cafe chimed when its hands struck twelve and three, indicating that it was already three o’clock in the afternoon.

RAVEN’S POV: There was a knock on the door, jolting me awake from my deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes drowsily as my gaze reached for the wall clock across the room. It was still noon. I quickly scrambled out of the bed and turned the doorknob, opening the door. It was a young lady dressed in a servant uniform with two bags in her hands. When she saw me, she immediately bowed respectfully. "Hello, Miss. I'm here to clock in for the day. I'm your newly assigned maid."

The brightness filled the space, casting a warm glow upon her face. Startled by the realization that she might have woken up so late, Georgina sprang out of bed with a sense of urgency. She instinctively reached for the drawer where Marcelo kept his collection of extravagant wristwatches, knowing that it was the only way to determine the time within the confines of the mansion. Clocks were absent, and the use of phones was strictly prohibited by Marcelo's decree.