“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 +
“Hi, honey. I just left the office, which means I’m running late for dinner, so what would you and the kids like me to pick up on my way home?”
“Oooh, I was really looking forward to a good home-cooked meal tonight.”
“I’m sorry, but there’s no way I have time to make anything at this hour.”
“Not even a quick stir-fry? I’ve been eating out all week and I don’t think my heart can take much more of it.”MORE +
“Mom! I know what kind of cake I want for my birthday,” James announced as he burst into the back yard where Mom was blowing up balloons for his birthday party.
“Is it chocolate cake from Big Mama’s Famous Bakery? Because that’s what you’re getting.”
James stopped short, looking crestfallen. “You’re not baking my birthday cake?”MORE +
“Yes! I was hoping you would make brownies for the bake sale,” Julianne said when she walked in the back door and smelled the brownies Mom had made for that night’s dessert.
“What?”
“The bake sale. Remember?”
“What bake sale?”
“The one I told you about.”
“Try again.”MORE +
This is the tenth part in a series, so if you have not done so already, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, and Part IX before continuing.
Alicea had been afraid Fiona would flaunt her righteousness in front of her and taunt her with an endless onslaught of, “I told you so,” but Fiona didn’t do any of that.MORE +
This is the ninth part in a series, so if you have not done so already, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, and Part VIII before continuing.
When Alicea got home from work Monday night (trying to explain the giant bruise on her face to her coworkers had been interesting), she found the purse she had forgotten at the bar Saturday night lying on the floor in front of her door. It came with a note from Sven apologizing and asking her to call him. He had already left several voice and text messages and Alicea had ignored them all.
Alicea picked up the purse, checked to make sure the contents were the same as when she last saw it (they were), brought it inside and promptly threw away the note.
She was in the middle of putting some leftovers in the microwave for her dinner when her phone went off. Thinking it was Sven again, she went to silence it, but as she did, she happened to see the name on the screen: Fiona.MORE +
This is the eighth part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, and Part VII before continuing.
“So, you’re coming over to my place on Wednesday, right?” Sven said.
“What? I thought we were done with that,” said Alicea.MORE +
