Whit's Hours Romane & Geschichten

Everyone looked like they were one bad deployment away from joining the casualty statistics. This was what the Houses had built. A machine that turned people into credits, then used those credits to keep the machine running. Whitney was waiting outside my door when I arrived. “You look terrible,” she said. “Good morning to you too.” “I’m serious. When’s the last time you slept more than four hours?” She followed me inside and immediately started making tea from the supplies she’d stashed in my cupboard weeks ago. “You’re going to burn out before the Convocation if you keep this pace.”

Working hours cannot exceed eight hours. Ethan Wharton said apologetically, 'It won't happen next time. Today we talked about two cooperations, which delayed the time.' 'Uh-huh, hurry up, don't come back after work, just sleep in the company.' Kristen Oliver hung up after a few words of boredom. After thinking about it, I contacted the private restaurant near the company and ordered some supper. It was getting late when I looked at my watch, and Kristen Oliver just went to sleep.

They were doing me a favor. “Our business hours are eleven o'clock in the morning to seven in the evening. That will all be known to you when you start booking appointments for us.” Chase added. “Honestly, I don't think you would need to be here for the full eight hours a day without getting bored. With what we will have you doing, I think one to seven work best for you.” Joyce said and her brother looked at her and my brother then to me. “Unless you need the hours for money, if not, she is right. You don't need to be here that whole time.” He agreed with her and my brother nodded.

11 YEARS AGO, LUTON PREP MANHATTAN “What’s the address of this home?” Julien rasped into the speaker. “I’ll text it to you, the visiting hours are from 10-4 pm, have a nice day,” the private investigator rasped into the phone.

Patients began to whisper about his terrible attitude. He even posted a notice on the infirmary door: "Office hours are from 10 AM to 4 PM. Two-hour lunch break at noon. No patients on weekends. Do not disturb."

he asked as he tugged on his shoes. I groaned because I had a pretty full schedule this week. “Thursday.” That was ladies’ night at Forbidden, and only guys worked on ladies’ night. “So the countdown begins anew.” Pausing to check his phone and type something quickly, he grinned and winked at me before slipping it into his pocket. My cell chimed a second later as he started for the door. Frowning, I checked it to see that he’d texted me, saying: FROM COLTON: 60 hours.

For a while now, Whitney had waited for him to come home every day before she would start eating… but alas, he never took a single bite. Regardless, when his message notification tone rang, he gave it a glance… and upon reading the message, he immediately got to his feet. Before he could leave, however, Whitney said, “You leave at five every morning, and you only return at eight-thirty at night. Is that not enough time in the treatment room? Sure, we’re not officially married yet, but don’t you think you’re crossing the line a little? I’m the one who saved her life, you know?”

I was a nodded my head in determination while looking in his eyes seriously to which he nodded his head back a little and continued saying. "Working hours tend to be from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. in weekdays . But working overtime is expected and some rules like a celebrity PA, must require you to be on-hand 24/7." He said this quite arrogantly and I also tried my best not to roll my eyes on him and just nodded my head and bit my lower lips. "I understand sir. Anything else....?" I asked him in a complete professional tone. At first he eyed me strangely , and then cleared his throat and said in a uncertain voice.

Unable to decipher the reason for her mischief, I press, “Then shoot already. You’re wasting my time. I'm running late.” She nods curtly. “Sure.” She starts, taking a slow step towards me, her eyes narrowing into slits. My brows furrow as she stops midway. “The other night, you sneaked home after being out,” she pauses. “You said you were with Devin throughout the day. But I called Devin, and he told me you left him three hours before you came home. So... where were you during those hours, Whit? Because if I’m being honest, I did notice something off about you that night...”

Casio’s POV I waited outside of Whit’s work. I leaned against the passenger’s side of my car. I looked around and noticed the sun had dipped just low enough to cast long shadows over the sidewalk. Glancing at my watch, it was already six, Whitney would be walking through those doors any minute. As I waited, I scanned the area and noticed Levi standing on the other side of the road, reading a newspaper.