Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

"This is going to be a more intimate gathering. Just a few close friends, I'll have Dimitri come pick you up. Don't forget to pack your books." After packing my essentials for the weekend, a small silver pendant caught my eye and I picked it up carefully. I admired it before I slipped it into a small pouch in the front of my bag and scrolled through messages from my soccer team hoping there wasn't any serious practice. Thorne walked in wearing nothing but a pair of briefs and I looked up, eyebrows raised, as he flopped on the bed next to me. "Dude put a damn shirt on. I don't know why you love wearing your ugly Speedos that show your teenie weenies."

It was a live news feed from Wall Street Journal. BREAKING: THORNES IN TURMOIL. LEAKED DOCUMENTS REVEAL BILLIONAIRE DAMIAN THORNE’S MARRIAGE TO AARA VANCE IS A FRAUD. EMERGENCY BOARD MEETING CALLED FOR MONDAY. The secret was out. And the war for the Thorne empire had just officially begun.

"His words: informal and overdue." I looked at the phone. "When?" I said. "This afternoon if convenient," Thorne said. "His office. Four PM." I thought about four PM. About the school gate at three fifteen. About the reading routine. About the apartment. "Four thirty," I said. "I have something at three fifteen." Thorne did not ask what the something at three fifteen was. He had stopped asking about three fifteen three weeks ago. "Four thirty," he said. "I'll confirm."

“From what I know, the kids are on weekends to give way for school.” Red nodded, “Yeah, Jade and Gray are on Saturdays. Blue and Ash on Sundays. Mine’s on a Friday. I got to leave class early that day.” “Mine’s Monday,” Hazel added. Then she pointed to Clementine with her thumb, “She’s after me. We’re both on Monday.” Olive said, “Thursday.” At the same time that Scarlett said “Tuesday.” Today was Wednesday. Yep, my shopping day was the same as my therapy day.

Game on. Three hours later, I was standing in front of the entrance of Spine Dorate Tower. The Thorn Club was on its fortieth floor, and Hunter's office was on the forty-first. My knees wobbled slightly as I passed the revolting doors and walked through the reception hall. The four-inch nude stilettos on my feet were not helping, but at least they made me look good. “I have an appointment with Mr. Thorne,” I told the smiling man at the reception desk.

Neo-Veridia. Sector 4. Outside Hale Tower. Monday. 9:00 AM. The rain in this city didn't wash things clean. It just made the grime slicker. Vesper Thorne stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the monolithic steel spire of Hale Corp. He was soaking wet. His black hair was plastered to his forehead, and his trench coat—the only thing he had managed to salvage from his previous life—was heavy with water.