Txt Ticket Novels & Stories

I threw the marker in the bathroom trash can. My femininity hurts as I swear. Damn! I’m nervous! I type fast. Verine: Tit! Do you have Doc’s number? Emergency. Tits: Yes, why what happened? Verine: Give it to Tit. Plss .. I beg of her. Tits: I’ll just text you mate ata e! Don’t expect that because I’m Doc’s text mate! He cares about me. Tit’s grin. Asus! Be careful because we have arthritis! Looks like Tit won’t just give Doc’s number, I need to think of a way.

The woman who was no other person than Alexandra, asked, sizing Sabrina "You act like you don't know I'm his secretary" Sabrina said, hissing afterwards "Did you do something?" Alexandra asked, eyebrows furrowing "I'm stating again, in clear English terms that my boss, Sir Steven Chase is busy at the moment and wouldn't be able to attend to visitors. He told me to tell them off and that they should check in later during lunch time. Only his girlfriend, Miss Larson is allowed in" Sabrina answered, ignoring Alexandra "And when he said to tell them off, he didn't say you should be rude, did he?"

I swiftly unlocked it hoping it was news about Terrence, only to find a text from Vivian. “And you actually did it.” There was nothing else beyond the red emoji that showed an angry face. I could feel my temperature dropping to its lowest as I reread the text over and over again, imagining all the things Vivian was capable of doing to avenge her brother’s heartbreak. She had warned me before, and now, I had done what she had advised me not to. I sat there quietly, taking slow deep breaths to calm myself before another text interrupted. “Thank you for choosing to fly with us. Your flight is DL576 and your ticket number is 2135001675. Have a safe journey to Atlanta.”

She’s so fucking dense. Wyatt hands me my phone, “Some tickets are QR codes these days.” That’s senseless. I d******d and login to the app. “Your tickets have arrived.” I tap on it. There they are. I look up at Wyatt, “Would you look at that.” At least she’s good for something. I grab my leather jacket from the free standing wooden coat rack and walk past her into the hall.

] There was a notification that appeared afterward, indicating that the hacker had blocked the customer, only for the customer to make another request to send her a message again. The customer's text read, [Miss Shaw, what's wrong?] The hacker replied, [I'm married. Don't you know that?] The customer then texted, [... I didn't know.] [Do you know now?] replied the hacker. The customer's reply read, [Yeah...] The hacker added, [Then scram.] [...] The conversation ended here, likely because Tyler had to leave abruptly and did not have the chance to block the customer. Just as Vicky moved on to view other conversations, the door to the office was pushed open.

Poor Shawn, with so much responsibility at just 21. Heading a Company ain’t easy, talk more of a Group. My phone beeps and it’s a text from Shawn👔: Are you a fan of ShawnLama? Cos I got a VIP ticket of his unveiling that I am not using. Wait…. … What?!! A freaking VIP ticket? I would be like this close to ShawnLama!!! Wait.. He did not say the ticket is for you, Dummy! Lena🖤: Are you saying what I think you are saying?

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she said demanding more explanation "He felt sorry for me and said I needed some fresh air, so we trekked to Josh's and passed the night there and since we didn't have a fast means of transportation to get home, Josh decided to drive us home" I said completing my lie. "Oh my God, I'm sorry for accusing u guys wrongly but we'll talk more when I get back, I'm running late for work right now" Tanya apologized and I could tell she was embarrassed as she scurried out but not before telling us to eat, and get to school early.

"I'll give you money to..." "No!" replied Vincent. Vincent turned to Tristan. "Book for them and us, including your women. I'll take care of it." Brent and Tristan gave a high five and quickly dialed the phone. "Yes, it's Tristan. You made us a reservation for 12 tickets. Yes, you can charge Vincent Saavedra. All right, thanks a lot. Goodbye!" said Tristan. "All right, man," said Vincent. "We'll go; first, someone's waiting on the beach," said Brent.