Storm's Over

1. A Different Kind of Storm

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My dear Ifrits, thank you for clicking in to read. I've been working on this for a few weeks and it's finally done! I hope you'll love it and please remember to vote and comment!

P.S. All characters belongs to Sir Rob -RobThier !

P.P.S. It took place after the book 'Silence is golden'

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My back ached after the long hours of sitting in my chair in the room next to Mr.Ambrose.

It had become a small cramped room after I've been working here for a year. Piles of files and the stack of pink letters were sticking in all directions in my desk and drawers.

Sigh.

I haven't organised my desk for awhile with all the work that Mr.Ambrose had me to do, particularly with all the files that he had me brought to him, the writing of all his business letters and jotting down his tight schedule in his schedule book.

It's also been so long since I could leave sharply at eight. Every day after work, I would just go straight to bed or listen to Ella and Edmund's conversation with amusement.

However, today has been different.

I haven't got a single message from Mr.Ambrose through the pneumatic tube for an entire day.

And for some unfathomable reason, I'm feeling down about it. The silence is somehow different from other days. And I couldn't seem to tolerate it as well when I'm with Mr.Ambrose. I should be accustomed to it long ago but I felt uncomfortable with it today.

Blast, Lilly ! Perhaps something bad will happen soon ...

Anyway, for the entire day, I have been sitting behind my desk and savoured all the solid chocolates that I have hid in one of my drawers that would last for months.

As I was about to eat the last piece of solid chocolate, I was interrupted with a knock.

Blast ! Who dare to interrupt me when I am about to enter heaven ?! I swear I will personally skin that person alive with my own hands !

A second later, Mr.Stone's head popped up from behind the door.

With a nasty scowl still plastered on my face, Mr.Stone seemed to be tense for a bit before straightening himself before me.

I cocked my head and raised my eyebrow to him, not before shooting a glare to his direction one last time before asking," Yes, Mr.Stone ? May I ask what you want to speak to me ?"

Mr.Stone cleared his throat and hid his fear with a smile on his face, " Mr.Linton. I'm sorry if it's a bad time that I came forth to you, but Mr.Ambrose told me just now to inform you that you can leave for the day."

Just as he finished his sentence, I perched up quickly, "WHAT ?! "

I could already feel my blood rushed to my face in a rapid pace.

I took out my watch and checked the time. It's exactly six thirty and fifty four seconds in the evening.

"When did Mr.Ambrose tell you that?"