Your Table Is Ready Novelas e Histórias

“Ladies, are you ready?” Cheryl straightened her posture and flashed a confident smile. “Yes, we’re ready.” I took a deep breath, giving one final glance at the tablet before meeting Cheryl’s gaze. Showtime.

He was looking composed as always. He looked at me and sighed. “You look terrible.” I scoffed. “Good morning to you too.” He smirked and stepped farther inside. “Did you sleep?” “An hour.” He winced. “That much?” I laughed dryly. Marcus placed his tablet on the desk and looked over the files. “Everything’s ready sir.” I nodded. “Presentation?” “Perfect.” “Numbers?” “They are solid.” “Forecasts?” He nodded. “Strong.” I exhaled slowly.

Like it wasn’t a line pulled straight from the private corners of her life. Micah passed behind her later, a textbook in one hand, looking for a quiet spot. She didn’t look at him until he returned to the room with a pen in his mouth and a bottle of water in his hand. She caught his eye and tilted her head toward the drink on the table. “I didn’t know you were keeping track,” she said, her tone calm, almost teasing. Micah raised a brow. “Of what?” “My coffee orders.” He paused for exactly one heartbeat.

The people ready. The stayed things. The correct amount.

Again I will update when the target got complete. Till then, Stay safe and be happy.... 🤎 P.

Darius asked when we were done and the table had been cleared and I smiled reassuringly. “Yes. I am ready," I answered and I was. Oh, I had been waiting for this moment for all my life. I was ready to kick ass.

"It's seven-thirty, which means it is officially time for the Welcome Trivia Challenge! Chaperones, please head to your assigned tables to collect the answer sheets!" Mrs. Gable immediately marched over to our table, her spectacles glinting under the amber lights. She dropped a thick yellow packet of paper right in the middle of the wood, looking at the four of us with a sharp, satisfied nod. "Well, look at this," Mrs. Gable said, her eyes lingering on me. "The freezer survivors all cleaned up and looking like civil human beings. Excellent. You four will be Table Twelve. Do not disappoint me." "We won't, Mrs. Gable," Noah grinned, grabbing a pen from his pocket.

As her chant faded into the air, a surge of energy pulsed through the room. And then, to my astonishment, a table materialized before my eyes. It shimmered into existence, its wooden surface gleaming with polished elegance. The table seemed to glide across the room, guided by unseen forces, until it settled into a stationary position right in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as I marveled at the display of Freda's magical prowess. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been manipulated, seamlessly bringing forth the table I had so fervently sought.

I glanced over at Wolf as he glared at the boy with rage. "Great! Let me get your number and I'll text you later!" he insisted. As I gave him my number I glanced around the table and read a multitude of expressions. Concern on Scarlett, Cassy and Don, annoyed on Foxy and Jackal, amused on Hound and Pete and anger on Wolf. "I'll talk to you later, R." Sam said and he and Pete finally left the table. As soon as they were out of earshot, I groaned. "Shit. This sucks" I complained.