This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already read Part I, you might want to do so before continuing.
“Oh, Brad, you shouldn’t have.”
“What? Can’t a man buy something nice for his wife?”
Kiera gently lifted the delicate silver chain out of the jewelry box and admired the diamond pendant that hung from it. “How did you guess?”MORE +
“I am the king!” Brad declared as he burst into Clark’s office.
“Yes, you are. What did you do this time?”
“Oh, nothing much. You might remember a certain prospect who swore up and down they would never work with us.”
“You didn’t.”
Brad slammed the paperwork onto Clark’s desk.
Clark didn’t even look at it before reaching for the bottle of scotch behind him. He knew he should have been more surprised, but honestly, Brad had spent the past three months bragging to everyone in the office that he was going to get this client, and if Brad said he was going to do something, he was going to do it. Clark didn’t need to see the proof of it before he started celebrating. “So how’d you do it?”MORE +
This is the third part in a series, so if you have not done so already, you might want to read Part I and Part II before continuing.
Master? Master?
Thank wickedness he’s still in one piece. Oh, but he’s missing his jaw. He’ll probably need that. I’ll sniff it out. Ah! Found it! Here you go, Master.
Master’s sad again. All that hard work and he still isn’t happy.
Now he is happy! Yippee! It worked! Whatever we did to lift Master’s spirits worked!
Oh, but what about Sandy Claws? Shouldn’t we give him his hat back, Master?
All right! We’re off to get Sandy Claws! I’ll help!
The Boogeyman has Sally and Sandy Claws. I don’t like the Boogeyman because he is mean, but it’s OK because Master will save them.
See? I told you he would save them. Wait…
“Master! Look out! Behind you! Behind you again!”
Phew! That was close, but now it’s OK because the Boogeyman is gone and Jack and Sally are safe and Sandy Claws says he still has enough time to save Christmas. Whatever that is.
Ooh! What’s this? It’s white and light and fluffy. Is it cold? I don’t feel cold like I used to, but this seems cold to me. Ha! This is fun! Isn’t this fun, Master?
Master?
Now where did he get off to?
Oh, he’s with Sally. Are they finally going to mate? It’s about time. Any old ghost can see they were made for each other.
The end.
This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
Now it smells funny at home. Master has been busy burning things he shouldn’t be burning and combining smells he shouldn’t be combining. And when he isn’t doing that, he just sits in bed staring at those big blocks that smell kind of like sticks, but not like sticks. It’s very strange. Humans are mysterious creatures. Just when I think I have them figured out, they find new things to do that I don’t understand.
It’s OK, though, because I have a new stick. It’s not like any other stick or bone I’ve ever had before, but I think I like it? Master seems to like it and so I like it, too. Even if it does smell spicy and strong and sweet and not at all like a stick should smell.
It’s a good thing Master keeps a bed for me here. That way I can sleep when I need to and still keep an eye on him.
What’s this soft thing Master just threw in my bed? Am I supposed to chew on it?MORE +
Yay! Master is home from the trip he takes every year. I don’t know where he goes, but I’m glad he’s back now to take me for long walks in the woods.
He seems sad, though. Why is he sad? He normally loves his trips. Everyone else loves them. They’re all happy. I hate it when Master isn’t happy.
I know! We can play fetch! “Let’s play fetch, Master! Come on! Please?”MORE +
This is the second half of a two-part series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
Alex ran into Helen on his way to George’s office. He held his head high, but refused to meet her gaze as she glared at him.
“Going to drop off your list of credentials?” She practically spat the words at him.
“As a matter of fact I am.”
“I just dropped mine off.” The air of superiority in her voice made Alex want to smack that smug smile off her face. “I hope Max doesn’t have your sense of timing. You know being on time is everything.”
“All right, are we done here?” Rob Felding glanced around the conference room as he started gathering his papers.
“One more thing,” said Helen Johnson, the head of HR. “Susan Addams just turned in her two weeks’ notice so we have an opening in the sales department. I was thinking Margaret Mann would be a really great addition to the sales team.”
This is the second part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I before continuing.
They went out the back door to avoid the monsters in the front hallway, and as soon as they were outside, Dad breathed a sigh of relief. It was odd that this particular brand of monster only ever attacked when you were at home – never outside or at work. Instead, they destroyed the sanctity of the one place you should feel safe. It was just one more thing Dad hated about them.
“Where are we going, Daddy?”MORE +
The doorbell rang and Daisy ran for the door, “I’ll get it!”
Dad was folding laundry in front of the TV, and he said, “Who are you expecting, Daisy?”
“No one.”
“What did we say about buzzing in strangers?”MORE +
Lieutenant Nic received an alert that someone was at her office door. Pulling up the alert, the camera embedded in her door showed her that Captain Filon was standing at attention, waiting to be let in. She pressed the button on her desk that opened her door to let him in.MORE +
