Unsent Novels & Stories

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It read: "Hey Jules, sorry it's so last minute but it's urgent. Do you by chance know any available desk job vacancies? Highly appreciated. Thank you"

The Key The envelope sat on Arielle's kitchen counter for exactly three hours before she opened it. She knew because she checked the time every fifteen minutes, telling herself she wasn't going to accept, wasn't going to engage. The card inside was simple. Heavy stock. No signature. Dinner. Tonight. You wanted to see me. No location. No time. As if she already knew. She didn't call him. Instead, she texted Daniella: Emergency. Come over after work.