Aaron's Patience Mga Nobela at Kwento

[LAURETTA POV] The ride to the arena was supposed to be twenty minutes, but I spent thirty sitting in car, staring at the brake lights ahead of me and trying to force my brain into compliance. “What photos? What receipts?” Aaron’s voice had played on a loop in my head all night, a heavy, rough echo that wouldn't leave me alone. The way he looked at me, the raw fury it hadn't looked like the arrogance of a man who had simply traded up for a wealthier socialite.

"Your name comes up more often than our quarterly reports." Wow. Laughter spread across the circle. Aaron rubbed the back of his neck. "Can we please move on?" "No chance." Mr. Briggs said and everyone bursted into laughter. "Aaron has changed." He continued. The laughter gradually died down. "He's more patient, thoughtful and he even smiles more." He added. He glanced at Aaron then back at me. "For that, I'd like to thank you." I was genuinely surprised. I wasn't expecting such gratitude. At all.

“Do you really think you can take them alone if they decide to stray from the plan? Hell, do you really think Neil won’t bring a pistol and shoot you dead the second he comes face to face with you?” More silence follows. “Look, lad, I’m not asking for much. I’m simply asking you to be patient. We can track them and…” “We’ve been tracking them!” Aaron interjects, the desperation I heard earlier in his voice no longer in existence; now it’s just pure rage and frustration. “We’ve been tracking them for weeks, and each time they managed to slip away. But now? Now they’ve handed us a time and a place, and if I don't show up, they’ll slip away again, and who knows what they’ll do next.” He lets ou

"He's been patient because patience is his tool. We make patience useless." Aaron was quiet, thinking it through. "He'll just wait," Marlowe said. "Tuesday, Wednesday. He's done this before, he can outlast a single day." "So we use Monday for something else." Aaron, catching it, his eyes sharpening. "While he's performing whatever he's planned to an empty room—we go somewhere. Talk to someone." "Who," Marlowe said. Aaron looked at him. "The school has a counselor. And I know that sounds—"

The one that told me to command those children. What was that? I had so many questions. Too many. And yet... it was hard to process them all at once. Maren rubbed her forehead. Her patience was wearing thin. “Aaron, do you really have to be this strange? It’s the middle of the night, and you’re—” She cut herself off, sighing in frustration. “What happened in here?” “Nothing,” Aaron said, his voice suddenly serious. “I’ll clean up tomorrow. But right now, we have more important things to talk about. Don’t we?”

Old pride. He was alone. That almost made me smile. He looked up when he sensed me. His posture shifted. Casual at first. Then guarded. “Well,” Aaran said, crossing his arms. “Back again. Academy really does not teach you patience, huh.” I stopped a few steps away from him. “This will be short,” I said. He laughed softly. “Everything is short when you talk.” I looked at him properly then. At his eyes. At the slight tension in his jaw.

Time change people change. Aaron reached home. There is silence in this home. No one is waiting for him because they tried to wait for him. Aaron also didn't make noise and goes to his room. He takes shower and comes out wiping his wet hair. He hears a door knock. “Come in,” he said while wiping his hair. His mom enters the room with a food tray. “How many times have I told you that You don't have, I can do it myself” He takes the food tray from his mom's hands. “I know you can do everything but I want to spend some time with my son who seems lost to me” His mom gives him tiny smile. “Why are you saying this?” Aaron starts eating. “You never have time for your family” Mrs Patterson replied.

Roxy’s POV “Roxy, I am so sorry for keeping you waiting, I have been so swarmed today.” Rachael, the black doe eyed girl, Aaron’s secretary came bustling inafter over 30 minutes since I had been sitting in her office and waiting for her return. Patience. The art of waiting for an undesired amount of time for a desired amount of result. When you want something, no time is long enough. The vision makes the wait worth it. I flash my well rehearsed smile. “Oh it’s okay, I understand.”

Hell had to be freezing for him to receive such a call. He kept walking. Refusing to pick it up until the third ring. Knowing the nature of the one at the other end, it was clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer. A frost covered his face as he picked it with a sense of urgency. “What do you want?” His tone was cutthroat, rid of respect. “That’s no way to talk to your father, young man.” An equally firm voice said. “Perhaps the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Aaron bore a cynic look, there was only so much he could take. He wasn’t only running out of patience, but his anger built at a sickening rate.