Ticket Please Guy Novels & Stories

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Pretty please. I stared at the message. My cousin always had a way of asking for things that made it impossible to ignore. She treated her son like a child, even though he was already twenty-four. I knew if I didn’t reply, just like with my father, they’d both keep texting until I gave in. I stood, fixing the cuffs of my sleeves, and straightening my collar. “Are the new employees from the PR team here yet?” I asked. “Yes, sir,” Chase said behind me.

Back then, I liked it. But that guy? He was long gone. And me? I wasn't the girl who built her world around him anymore. My phone buzzed on the pillow. It was from Kallie. [Michael, this is the happiest birthday I've had in years. Thank you. I'm really happy. Oh, and I prepared a surprise for you on my social media. Go take a look.] Before I could even blink, the message disappeared. Kallie: [Oops, sorry Elsa. Sent that to the wrong person. Please don't be mad, okay?]

“I’ll make it worth your while.” He groans. “You can’t call me that and then talk about printing files.” “Say yes,” Jenna adds. “Before I text you a photo of my ding-ding to motivate you.” We all swoon, and he sighs, long and theatrical. “Alright. But I want something too.” “Name it,” we all say together. “I want five tickets to the Coastal Legends game next Saturday. VIP section.” All eyes turn to me. I pick up my wine and smile.

Prove you’re still the one who calls the shots. My thumb moved before I could stop it. I opened Mick. Tommy — you in? No crap, I thought. My fingers typed faster than my thoughts. Mick. Need a favor. Fight just went live. Big odds. No float. Can you front me? I’ll clear as soon as the payout hits. I’ve always paid. The blue bubble slid across the screen. I stared at it like a verdict. Mick’s reply came almost immediately. You always pay, yeah. You’re good for it. How much we talking?

"Mr. Fulton, I'm truly sorry for what happened today. My son soiled your clothes, and I imagine they must be difficult to clean. Could you let me know how much they cost? I'd like to compensate you." She waited nervously for a reply. All of a sudden, her phone buzzed with a notification. On Instagram, someone had sent her a follow request—it was Ezekiel. Seeing his name, Winter's heart skipped a beat. After a moment, she realized having his contact could be practical; it would make sending him the money much easier. As soon as Winter accepted Ezekiel's request, a message appeared, saying, "It's okay. You don't need to pay me."

jackson101: it’s fun :) ladyvera: give it up jackson101: only if you say please ladyvera: what?! jackson101: come on, be kind to a stranger :) There was only 2 minutes left, and I was losing. He’s going to win this, and I have to do something. Say “please?” Come on. Are we in kindergarten? Besides, I had no time to have a conversation with a stranger. jackson101: the clock is ticking by the way ladyvera: fine! ladyvera: please let me have this. PLEASE.

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I asked him. “Why should I pay them when we have a hacker?” he asked and smiled. “Twenty seconds,” Fred said as he opened his laptop. Adam gave him his social security number and within a few seconds the tickets were gone from Adam’s name. “Okay, I vote yes,” Adam said with a smile as he stood behind Fred. “Hang on, you’re going to vote yes based on some parking tickets?” Russel asked him. “What’s wrong, Russel?” I asked him.

The boy sighs, and Margo is already bringing out her phone, setting the camera’s settings. “Why don’t you reach out to our company’s e-mail next year, and we will get all of your friends, both of you included, tickets for next year?” Jeremy asks which earns a shocked expression from the both of them. “Yes!” Margo nudges the boy and says. “I told you he was freaking nice even in real life!”