Call William Novels & Stories

Since I finished cleaning before nine o’clock in the morning, I went downstairs to have a snack. “Miss Unique?” I turned to the one who called my name. The receptionist. Why? I approached them, maybe they have something to clean. “What is it, Miss?” “Sir Izaak is calling you upstairs, Miss.” She said. Why? Did I not clean his office well, that’s why he called me back? Oh no! That’s embarrassing. “Okay, Miss. Maybe there’s something I need to clean again.” I said, and the woman who called me nodded.

"You still think you can retake the SAT? Stop kidding yourself. Work for me. I'll give you 3,000 a month. That's better than the factory. "You should be grateful Mrs. Crayford doesn't mind your ugly face." The lock clicked. A heavyset woman stepped out of the dark, laughing low. "Ms. Collins said you might be difficult and told me to be patient. But I like it when they fight back. Makes it interesting." I backed up fast, breathing hard, until my back hit the wall. I yelled, "Don't touch me! This is assault. I'm calling the police!" Lydia Crayford laughed. "I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?"

But with Ava… The more time I had to think, the more I wasn’t sure. Still, I stayed on the call, hoping I would know what to do once I heard Jason’s voice. As I waited, my phone started beeping with another call. I checked, and it was William. I didn’t want to lose my place on hold, but I couldn’t ignore William. I ended my call with Jason’s office and switched over to William instead. “Hi, William.” “I hope you are sitting down.”

On his way to the conference hall his phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, it was William. Merrick answered the call, his tone polite yet curious. "William, are you already at the conference hall?" he inquired. To Merrick's surprise, William's voice sounded weak and strained. "No, Merrick, I'm afraid I'm not feeling well. I won't be able to make it to the conference hall. Could you please come to my company for the meeting?" William requested, his voice weak. Merrick's concern grew, his professional demeanor transitioning into care. "Of course, William. Don't worry, I'll come to your company," he reassured, his voice conveying a sense of support. "Please take care of yourself and pre

With a heavy sigh, I started the car. “Fine. I am on my way.” The drive to the Grant mansion felt longer than usual. My mind kept drifting back to William’s silence. I can't help but wonder if it was because of Levi… he just went AWOL. Halfway to the Grants' mansion, my phone rang again. This time, William’s name flashed on the screen. My heart did a stupid little flip despite everything. I answered instantly. “Hey…” I replied, trying to sound neutral. His voice came through, cold and distant. “Let’s have dinner with my friends tonight.”

I whisper to her. "And cookies," William says out loud, he sounds like a great daddy already, we got our juice and my cookies, we all shared those, raising a toast to all of us, to a long life and our new family. William's phone kept on ringing and he tried to ignore it, he kept refusing calls, until someone called the restaurant and told him that he needs to answer the phone. "I'll be right back," he says going to answer the phone.

It’s William. “William,” I said, looking at the text. I see those three dots that show he's typing. William: William, as in the one you met at the grocery store, the childhood friend you thought was dead. For the fun of it, I reply: doesn't ring a bell. Are you sure you're not an impersonator? William: I would have impersonated some governor or president rather than boring old William. Me: you're not boring. William: oh I am. You should hear how I have fun on the weekends.

I said politely, “but I’d rather take a taxi. I want to go out and relax alone this time.” I didn’t need William using his driver to spy on me, as I know he would. He would get suspicious if he knew that I was taking frequent trips to the hospital. Thankfully, there was no argument from Gerald, who simply bowed his head and walked out with a smile. As I was looking up the number for a taxi, I was met with a call by William. After a second of hesitation, I answered it, starting the conversation with a simple “Yes, William?” “Caroline. I just wanted to call and see if you were affected by the hurricane that blew through yesterday,” William stated.

Without any second thought, he looked at Davis and said, “If that's the case, then I will call William up here so we can get the paperwork started.” “Wonderful!” Mr. Davis said, feeling relief that things went easier than he expected. The silence in William’s office was suddenly disrupted by his ringtone. So he dropped his pen and picked up his phone. When he answered the call, Mr. Barlow's voice echoed into his ear, “Come to my office now.” “What is it!” William asked, still feeling enraged about the morning event. “Just get here!” “I'm on my way.” After ending the call, William stood from his seat and grabbed his coat off the rack before walking out of his o

Liam murmured against my lips. “For fuck sake.” I grunted, picking up the phone without even staring at who the caller was. “Aliya.” My heart dropped as the familiar voice called my name “William?” I whispered, my eyes widening. “Meet me at the double palazzo warehouse tomorrow by noon. It’s about your dad. Come alone.” He said hastily and ended the call “Is everything okay?” Liam questioned. I nodded but deep inside, my head was in shambles. At this point all I knew was tomorrow I was going to meet William and find the answers to my questions.