One Call Away Emily Goodwin 소설 & 이야기

I smiled widely and scribble a note. To Monica Yung, from Gina McCartney. Pay Brenda two hundred for international calls. I owe you—take extra from the next. And get my cell sorted so it works. I don’t wanna be paying her crap again. Thanks xo I handed him the message with her contact details and touched his arm. “You’re a doll, Hillary. Thank you so much.” “You’re… You’re welcome, Miss Gina. Oh, Mr. Stone. Can I help you?”

He didn't have time to finish, because a piercing tune played in the salon, from which John and Emily grimaced: it sounded too loud for them. - Uh, John, here it is ... It seems that he himself decided to call you, - for some reason, the girl said in an uncertain voice. "Give me a cell phone," Black frowned, reaching out his hand for Amy to put his phone in it. As soon as Emily gave it to John, he immediately looked at the screen and accepted the call to hear an angry exclamation:

Alec runs out along with them and Avery pushes past me to go to Hadley. She cannot hear us anymore, she pulled her legs up against her chest, clenching her ears with her hands and begging for something to stop. No matter how carefully I focus my senses I could not hear anything. I want to go to her but I don’t know if I would calm her or scare her more. “Rogues!” Julian calls out over the link, he was part of border patrol for the night. “We are nearly there, hold them off.” Alec shouts though the link. My head whips back to Hadley. She knew. How did she know? My mind circles the bad before reason finds me again.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

I slept for a long time. The sun had set thrice by the time I was jolted fully awake by the piercing sound of my ringtone. It was Marcus. The moment I answered the call, he started berating me. "Have you lost your mind, Emily? How many days of work have you missed? Your boss called me because he couldn't reach you. How are we supposed to pay for Mom's medical bills if you don't work? Do you want to be the murderer responsible for Mom's death?"

Either way, he hoped it had nothing to do with spirits and wandering souls. “Damn it, Cullenn.” The words fell from his mouth. His eyes caught his phone on the table, half-buried under notes. He snatched it up, the screen flickering to life as he found the contact labeled Emmy Emerson. He took a shaky breath and hit the call button. The dial tone cut through the silence, filling the room with its hollow sound. “Come on, Emerson,” he muttered as it rang. The voicemail clicked in, robotic and impersonal. “Hello, this is Emerson. Emerson, the CEO of SupportYou. Leave a message.”

- - - *EMILY CALLOWAY* Emily stared at her phone in her hand as she waited for her son’s best friend to pick up his phone. “The number you’re are trying to call is not answering, please try again later, thank you.” The automated voice replied as the call ended itself. Emily groaned throwing her phone back on the bed as it landed close to the pictures that were spread out on the bed covers. On each picture, was her ex-husband, Javan Roswell. The frown on Emily’s face deepened as she stared at the pictures mainly focusing on one in which Javan was with a woman, in the middle of a dance floor at a club that she wouldn’t fail to recognize anyway.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” Emily laughed softly. “You certainly know how to turn a good deed into an introduction.” “I figured I would take my chances.” She smiled, then reached into her handbag and pulled out her phone. Emily was still smiling when the desk phone rang. Emily picked it up. “Ma, you have a delivery from Williams.” “Okay, send it in.”

My eyes are getting moist, and he looks concerned, but is too well trained to ask about it. I pull my defeated heart together and trug beside him towards the parked car. While he does his cursory sweep of the environment, I dig into my purse for my phone. Immediately the door closes behind me, I dial. “Hello?” Her professional voice greets me. “Hey Emma, it's Elizabeth. Is it too soon to call in that free legal service?”

I stared down at the phone in my hands, not saying a word. "Dee, y'know, if you can't speak to them, I can do it. I'll speak to them, no biggie." Emily said eagerly. I looked up to the side at her and smiled. She was really the sweetest person I'd ever met. I shook my head, and picked up the flyer from my side. "No, Em. I can do this. It's just a call." I assured her. I dialed the number on the bottom right corner of the flyer, put the phone on speaker, and waited as the phone rang.