Romans & histoires The Right Move

And in that moment… I moved.

“We come here when we feel like it. Now that you're one of us, you should do the same when you finally move in tomorrow.” “Right.” “Let's show you the garden. Come on.” And again, we moved. All I did was move along, not saying a word. What was there to say? I would only speak when it was just Richard and me. He had so many questions to answer. “This is the garden.” I snapped out of my thoughts, moping at a beautiful space we owned. “Knight thinks it's for girls, I think it's for everyone. He's never paid attention to the growth of these flowers, you have me to thank.”

Close enough that every move mattered. Close enough that the next one would decide how this ended.

Even though their pace remained a steady, deliberate walk, it felt like they were moving with impossible speed, eating up the distance between us. I stood up hastily. The sudden movement, combined with the sheer panic flooding my system, caused a massive wave of dizziness to hit me. The room tilted. I shook my head violently, fighting the black spots at the edges of my vision, and turned toward the dark hallway at the back of the lounge.

No one breathed. But after a long silence, Madison began clapping. Slowly at first, then more firmly. Marcus and Tyler joined in, followed by Claire and several other senior staff from different departments. Soon the entire room was buzzing with applause. A few people still wore jealous expressions, but the majority looked genuinely impressed. Raymond remained quiet, but there was a faint glint of pride in his eyes that only Marilyn could catch. When the applause died down, he spoke. “Implement Miss Oxford’s suggestions. Start with the Personalized Memory Experiences across all our flagship properties. Madison, coordinate with the teams.”

“You’ll punch things when you learn not to fall over first.” “I don’t fall over.” His eyebrow rose. “Would you like me to list examples?” “No.” “Good.” He stepped in front of me. “Feet shoulder-width apart.” I adjusted my feet. “No.” “What do you mean no?” “That’s wrong.” I moved again. “No.” “Drake.” “No.” “Drake.” “No.” I glared at him. “Move your left foot.” I did. “Too much.” I moved it back. “Too little.”

Something was wrong with her reaction. Mrs Fern walked even closer and she placed her hand against Isis’s shoulder and she pushed until Isis collided back first into the solid, warm body of Mr. Greyson. She felt his arm circling her waist, holding her intimately against him; she felt her cheeks flush but her complete bewilderment froze her. “You two should go dance. You look lovely.” She mocked sternness and then walked away.

As a result, as soon as she moved a little, Henry directly moved over. Little Nomi said, "Mommy, sit down a little. It's a little crowded here!" Little Nomi blinked at her, and her tender voice was cute. Monique pushed Henry slightly, indicating him to move a little. However, Henry didn't seem to feel it. His deep and charming black eyes looked into the distance without blinking, as if he didn't see it. Little Nomi asked, "Mommy?" Monique had to move in the direction of Henry. He almost stuck to Henry.

And I can't let that happen. I bring my attention to the ring and Chase already wins the fight. The suit man takes his hand and lifts it to the air, announcing Chase as the winner. The audience who came to watch were already on their feet, congratulating Chase. Some scream, others Cheers. I'm already on my feet with Roxie as we join the others to cheer him. Today might be the last day Chase will ever speak to me again. Chase turns to look at the crowd, his eyes on me and then he smirks. A lopsided smirk.

When Yan saw that the car has stopped, she rushed to the back sit and Steven winced down the window. “ Are you nuts? Why will you stand in front of a moving car? “ Steven asked. “ Please drop me off at school, Mr. Liu. It’s nearby” Yan pleaded. “ Based on the 30th clause, party B should not place unnecessary trouble beyond the agreement on party A” Steven replied. “ I know Mr. Liu but am late. I need to attend the career guidance counsel this morning and I can’t be late” Yan said in a pleading tone. “ No” Steven replied plainly.