Novel & Cerita Call Me Tuesday

Marsh would be back on Thursday. I needed to make a phone call before then.

(Keep quiet and wait for answer). If no you respond... No problem, Mr. Prospect. I thought I could count on you. Bye If yes, That’s awesome Mr. Prospect. I am just inviting few reliable people for this experience. Can I count on you not disappointing me on Saturday by 3pm? If yes… I knew I could count on you. See you on Saturday by 3pm. Bye BELOW IS WHAT YOU WILL USE AS REMINDER CALL **** Call Mr. Prospect up on ...... and say this.

Monday dawned and my phone remained silent, but then I got an email from Coach: 'Mandatory meeting. Tuesday, 3pm.'

Monday had become Saturday, and the conversation was still waiting. I picked up my phone. I called her.

“Thank you, ladies, but I should—” “Don’t worry, dear. We meet every Tuesday if you want to join us again,” Tilly offers, and I catch them elbowing each other with knowing glances. Warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I feel the blush rise despite myself.

"I'm well. How are you?" "I'm alright. Listen, I know I'm in no position to be calling you, but I was wondering if we could talk? In person? Over coffee, maybe? It's...it's really important." I don't like this. I don't like this at all. But my damned inquisitive nature keeps me from seeing the red flag. "Um...sure. How about Tuesday morning?" "Yes, Tuesday sounds great. And would you mind not telling Sebastian about this, either?"

I gripped the phone tightly. "Alice, I said in the group chat you’re suspended from pack activities for two weeks. Got a problem with that?" he suddenly lying asked. "You can fire me from pack business outright. Or I can just resign. Your choice," I answered. Luke did not seem to be expecting my response, as he paused, then his tone softened a little. I could guess he thought I was finally giving in.

He wiped his hands and answered without thinking twice. “You called, sir?” Athena’s voice came through. “Yes,” Jayden said, straight to the point. “I need you to do something for me tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” she groaned. “Sir, tomorrow is Sunday. You’re really about to mess up my only day to breathe?”

I half expect him to insist I order a meal online, but he simply nods and mumbles, "Alright." As I'm leaving his office, the ache in my chest intensifies for reasons I can't understand. It's not like I expect him to insist I follow him out so we'll eat together. I'm about to shut the door when he adds, "When you get back, I need you to confirm with the Hibiscus restaurant that we have their conference hall next Tuesday." Next week? That's full moon season. Tuesday is two days into the D day. He cocks a brow when I just stare without responding.

his tone was calm. "Is everything alright? I have 8 calls from you sir?" I pace back in forth in my room. "Maria cancel any plans you have for tomorrow, we have a meeting with Stanley Enterprise" "What? It's Sunday tomorrow?" I groan. "I'm aware of that Maria" He spats rudely. "So it's not a working day, technically I am not obligated to be taking your call right now either on my day off after hours," I say raising my voice. I hear him sigh, "I'm not asking you for a personal favor Mar-Mar, this is part of the job" He talks to me as if I'm 5.