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He went on, "I'm Finn, by the way." I responded with a smile, "Rose. You can call me Ro." "Nice to meet you, Ro. So, what brings you to the bookstore today?" "Just getting a book for my mum. She's a big fan of Pride and Prejudice. How about you? Any particular book catching your eye?" Finn gestured towards the novel in my hands, "Actually, I was thinking of giving this one a shot. Classic literature has a certain charm, don't you think?"

I was about to step out of my car when my phone buzzed. The building’s management number. “Mr. Hale? This is the front desk regarding your reservation.” I stepped away from Charlotte. “What’s the problem?” “There’s been a scheduling error. Your booking was entered for Saturday and Sunday, not Friday and Saturday. I’m very sorry. The unit is currently occupied until tomorrow afternoon.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You’re telling me we can’t get in tonight.” “Yes, sir. And I’m afraid we’re fully booked this weekend. There’s no other units available. I can offer a partial refund or…”

A month Ago. “Don’t tell me you haven’t got any other room!” I yelled at the poor waiter who kept his emotionless face down. I have never yelled at anyone before but I was already frustrated as it was. We had scheduled to have a business meeting in this hotel by 3:30pm. I made sure to book a room for all that, only to hear that one person had booked the room earlier than I did and is in there, enjoying his or her self. The thing was...why didn’t the manager tell me this in time. They made me book for a room that has already been booked for.

In realization to this, Marianne decided to eat a little. "Sir, Pedro our tech guy is on the phone, says that he may have a lead but he would like to talk to you," one of the body guards said. Before her father could walk away, she stopped him and demanded that the guy should be put on loud speaker because she deserved to hear what he had to say.

Leon Robertson paused. "Are you sure?" "Yeah," I said, steady. "I just don't know if you still want me." "I'm overseas. Give me a month—no, give me two weeks. I'll be back. We'll get married." "Okay. I'll wait." I hung up, stared at the pic on my phone, then shut off the screen. Five years, and all it took was someone new to wipe it out. *** Michael Robertson stumbled in past midnight.

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Which of these sessions would be okay for you to come in and discuss with our consultants? (Once he makes a selects a day you proceed) Mr. Prospect we are only interested in discussing with serious minded people. If I go ahead and make that reservation for you, will you make time to attend the briefing? (Wait for his response and proceed) Great. I am booking a reservation down for you now for Sunday 3pm, you will get a text message with the details of the session, the venue, and your personal access code. Ensure you come to the venue with the reservation message you will receive and be there on time.

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Grace buried her face in Shane's broad chest. Shane hugged Grace's body tightly. He stroked the top of her head tenderly. "Please send them away." Grace said silently. Shane looked at his men. The two well-built men seemed to understand and walked over. "Please leave before I ask my men to forcibly evict you." Shane said with emphasis. Julian sighed harshly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black card. "I know you are not short of money. But please accept this card as compensation from me. This card is unlimited, so you can use it as much as you like." Julian put the card on the table.

Asher said at the wall, grinning, water dripping off both of us after a hard morning set. "I am not." "You are. Some things never change." He bumped my shoulder, easy, familiar, none of the old edge left in it except the part we both still genuinely enjoyed. "Race you to the wall on the next fifty. Loser buys breakfast." "You're on." Marcus and Mum called most Sundays now, their business trip abroad having stretched into something closer to a semi-permanent overseas post, though they flew back for every meet that mattered and had made peace, slowly, with exactly what this was between their sons. Mum had cried, unexpectedly, the first time Asher introduced me at a family dinner without qualif