NovelAppAlda quickly reasoned, "Each has its merits." Frank remained silent and waited until the servants were done cleaning Alda's room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, putting a mattress on the floor, he lay down and called Linda Yates, who purred from the other end, "Oh, where have you been, Mr. Frankton? I missed you so much!" "I'm out on an errand and won't be going back soon. By the way, do you still remember what we agreed on?" "Oh, I certainly do!" Linda giggled but said nothing else.
Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't tellyou don't know a thing." Linda giggled even louder at that. "Sorry for tricking you, Mr. Frankton, but I have no idea even though I've worked here since the beginning. There's no way a mere employee would know their boss' life story, don't you think?" "Fair enough." Frank was unsure if he should laugh and cry and hung up right then instead of snapping at Linda.
He had certainly sacrificed plenty to make Linda talk, only for the whole thing to turn out to be a sham in the first place. How could he face anyone if word got out? "Mr. Frankton? Who were you talking to?" Alda asked gingerly from her bed just then.
"No one. Just a colleague." "No way. She sounded like she could eat you up." "It's normal. She's a little loose." Loose...? Alda was unsure how to react. How loose did a person have to be to sound like that? Nonetheless, Frank told her, "You've just recovered from a major illness. You should sleep soon." Alda shook her head and smiled. "I've slept for ages, and I'm not sleepy at all now. Would you mindasking how you cto be so accomplished in medicine?" "Well, that's a long story! By the way, do you know who poisoned you?" Alda shook her head again—she really had no idea. "Let's put that aside... Do you believe what you see in your dreams?" "Why? Were you dreaming in your coma?" Alda nodded and giggled in embarrassment. "I kept having this dream of being inside an old tomb while wearing spandex, like I was a tomb raider." "A tomb? What did it look like?" Frank asked, deciding to continue the non-sequitur conversation since he was not sleepy anyway.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"It was like one of those tombs of el.ne the old kings Alda said, painting a vivid picture. "I remember a cavern. passage with a sign that said Dartmoor Hill. When I went in, someone called my nand said that they had been waiting for a long tand toldto look for them after I woke up." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesFrank frowned-people generally did not remember the things they saw in dreams that well, and Alda had been comatose on top of that.
Under such circumstances, the brain could generate endless curious hallucinations-scenes that appeared strange but would never be kept in a person's memory.
To put it simply, complex dreams never stayed in the head.
"And do you remember the way inside?" Frank asked.
"Are you trying your luck in tomb raiding?" Alda asked. "I think you should give up-there are plenty of traps in there. I'm scared!" Frank was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "Most old tombs don't have traps. In time, wood would rot and steel would rust-whatever contraption inside would have long sinee fallen to disrepair." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesHowever, Alda was still a little spooked and decided to change the subject altogether. "What are you going to do after this, Mr. Frankton? There's no way you'd stay at the security firm, right? Why don't you work for me? I just happen to need a secretary, and I could teach you company management!" Content belongs to en.kikistoriesFrank smiled and shook his head-he did not chere to work as a secretary but to investigate the outfit that supported Stanley Durban.
"Are you cold?" After a moment's silence, Alda spoke again. "I-I mean, it's already... Why don't you get in bed and sleep?" "That's improper, isn't it?" Frank chuckled but turned and into bed just then.
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