One Call Away Emily Goodwin Novels & Stories

And when he almost wanted to end the call, her next words forced him to glue his phone back to his ear. “I’m Emy, Mr. Fredrick Walsh personal assistance, he request i put a call through to you. He’ll like to know if you can make it to his office right away.” She said politely “I sorry for the inconveniences, I Know you are a busy man but if—" Cutting her abruptly “No, no it’s fine. Please tell him I’m on my way.” He informed her.

The man turned from the window. "She will," he said. "Let's just sit and watch." She took a slow sip of water and looked away. Emilia Carrington swiveled her chair again. It's not a bad idea, she thought. It is actually a very good idea. She reached for her phone. She scrolled to a contact, her finger hovered over the name. She pressed call. The person answered. "I will send you something, you know what to do.". She hung up after giving the instructions.

Emily Walton… that girl didn’t feel like someone who runs away from responsibility. The office is dim except for the thin blade of city light cutting across my desk, and I am halfway through reviewing shipment projections when my phone vibrates against the glass surface. It’s her Emily Walton. I let it ring once more before answering. “…Henry,” her voice comes through, softer than usual. “You’ve been getting comfortable calling me directly,” I reply, my tone even, almost lazy, though my eyes have already drifted to the Walton file resting at the edge of my desk.

Emma appeared with a mug of milk, offering it to Justin with a soft smile. Emily had assumed the call was from a courier or delivery service, so she had answered without thinking. But as soon as Justin spoke, she recognized his voice. It was the same aloof, authoritative tone as always, as if he was issuing royal decrees. Before she could hang up, Emma’s sweet voice drifted through the receiver, loud and clear. Emily’s expression darkened, and without hesitation, she ended the call. She immediately blocked the new number too. She had no interest in figuring out how Justin had managed to get another phone number to call her.

When her phone rang, she screamed in fright which in turn scared Lizzie who started to cry. “Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry,” she soothed the startled child. Emma picked her up, bouncing her on her hip. A quick glance at the phone’s screen revealed it was an unknown number. Normally, those went unanswered. But something stirred within her. Answer it. Emma answered the phone and put it on speaker. It would be easier to speak that while she was holding the baby. “Hello?” “An inmate from Queensbury City Jail is trying to contact you,” an automated voice said. “Press one to accept the call.”

She swallowed, trying hard to suppress the urge to ask about him. "Ma'am," Lily called. She was the sweet new girl Calista had recently hired. She had been doing a really good job since she got hired. Calista turned towards her, appreciation overly written on her face. "A customer needs your attention." "I gotta go, Em. Hopefully, this won't be the last time I talk to you. I need to know what's going on with you and your husband-to-be." Emily smiled, waving goodbye before ending the call. Calista turned to Lily and smiled. "You saved me from listening to this naughty heart of mine. I owe you one."

"After that night, everything seemed fine. I mean, sure there were little things here and there, but now knew it was just Mr. Bellum. We weren't scared, so we just continued about our lives as usual. Every couple of days or so, we would pull out the board to check in and chat with him. After two months of this, we got a call on the landline from an unknown number. Leila answered it, but she said all she heard was static. Not even two minutes later, the phone rang again. It was an unknown number, so she answered it. Again, static. This continued for about a week, two calls two minutes apart, both from an unknown number." Her voice caught in her throat. She took a deep, long breath to stay her

She asks. "Wrong number. You know how people are so annoying nowadays." I answer. "Right. I'll get back at work before Mrs. Two-Horns blow up." She jokes and I laugh with her while she walks away from my table and started serving to other people. I grab my phone closer to me once I felt it vibrating on top of the table. Gage calling...

“You’ve talked to him a hundred times.” Still, this was different. By the time headlights swept across our driveway, I nearly jumped. My dad called from the kitchen, “You going out, Em?” “Yeah,” I said, grabbing my small purse. “Just a movie.” He smiled knowingly. “Be back before ten-thirty.” Outside, Connor’s car idled in the soft orange glow of the streetlight. He stepped out when he saw me, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy — effortlessly perfect.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.