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Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett 34 Summary In Chapter 34 of "Time Between Lost Worlds," Whitney wakes up feeling irritable, having had a rough start to her day after an encounter with a dog. Frank, her colleague, notices her mood and tries to lighten it with humor, but Whitney's annoyance lingers. They shift their focus to work, specifically the Harris Group merger, which brings a sense of urgency and pressure as they prepare to collaborate with a large team.

The atmosphere changes when Ivan, their boss, introduces a new group chat for the merger, and Whitney's anxiety rises when she realizes that a person named K.H might be connected to her past. As the chapter progresses, Whitney's discomfort intensifies when Ivan jokingly connects K.H. to her ex-boyfriend. Despite her attempts to dismiss the idea, Whitney's unease grows, especially when she sees the chat avatar associated with K.H. She feels the weight of her past threatening to resurface just as they are about to embark on a significant project. The mention of K.H.

stirs up emotions of dread and anxiety, making Whitney more aware of the potential complications that could arise from her past relationships. After a long day at work, Whitney decides to leave early, feeling a mix of urgency and regret. Her friend Laura arrives unexpectedly, insisting on delivering a gift and encouraging Whitney to take care of herself. However, Laura's enthusiasm feels overwhelming to Whitney, leading to a moment of discomfort when Laura brushes her face with a tissue.

This seemingly small gesture triggers a wave of dizziness for Whitney, causing her to feel disoriented and vulnerable. Laura takes charge, insisting on taking Whitney home, which further frustrates Whitney as she tries to assert her independence. Meanwhile, Carter, another character in the story, is depicted as waiting impatiently for Whitney, feeling irritated by her absence. His protective nature comes to the forefront as he discusses their family's dynamics with Emily, emphasizing that they should not be bound by traditional expectations.

As the chapter concludes, Whitney finds herself feeling trapped by Laura's actions and decides to reach out for help. She texts her friend Allison, expressing her desperation to escape the situation and seek clarity regarding her engagement, indicating her desire to confront the issues in her life head-on. The chapter ends with a sense of urgency as Whitney awaits assistance, highlighting her struggle for autonomy amidst the pressures surrounding her. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chapter 34** Whitney awoke that morning with a cloud of irritation hanging over her.

The moment she opened her eyes, she felt the weight of the day pressing down on her. Frank, ever observant, picked up on her mood almost instantly. He leaned against the doorframe, a curious expression on his face. "Whitney, who pissed you off?" he inquired, genuine concern lacing his tone. She sighed, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Nothing, really. On my way here, I almost got bitten by a dog," she confessed, a hint of annoyance still evident in her voice. Frank's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? Did you get a rabies shot then?" he asked, half-joking but clearly alarmed.

Whitney shook her head vigorously, a smirk creeping onto her lips. "Nope, it didn't actually bite me. I slapped that dog hard. No losses on my side." Her pride swelled at the thought of her quick reflexes. Frank blinked, momentarily taken aback. The absurdity of the situation struck him, and he couldn't help but think, 'Is she actually talking about a dog?' As they shifted their focus to the Harris Group merger, Ivan, the lead on the project, entered the room, bringing a sense of urgency with him. Whitney and Frank were his right-hand assistants, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead.

For the smaller cases that required less attention, Ivan had delegated those to Valerie, freeing him to focus on the merger. "Frank, Whitney," Ivan announced, a hint of excitement in his voice, "I've just added you both to the group chat. Everyone involved in the merger is in there, so if you need anything, just drop a message in the group." He continued, "And by the way, make sure your display name in the chat follows this format-law firm, your name, and phone number. Got it?

We'll probably be burning the midnight oil for the foreseeable future, so I really appreciate everyone's effort." Whitney glanced around the room as he spoke. There were more than twenty people in the group. She recognized about half from the last meeting when they had signed the contract. The others were likely supervisors who had no real involvement in the day-to-day workings of the project. Calvin was the group owner, and Frank, always curious, leaned closer to his screen. "Hey, who's K.H? Calvin just added them," he asked, a hint of intrigue in his voice. Ivan's brow furrowed slightly.

"That name sounds familiar," he mused, clearly trying to recall where he had heard it before. Frank clicked on the contact card, his brows knitting together in confusion. "No notes. No idea who it is. Probably some junior staff," he guessed, but neither of them noticed the woman nearby stiffening at the mention of that name. Whitney's heart began to race in her chest. 'Please don't let it be him. It's just a merger project. Does Mr. Harris really need to join this group personally?' she thought, anxiety creeping in. Suddenly, Ivan slapped his thigh, a sound that echoed in the quiet room.

"I remember now!" he exclaimed, his loud voice causing Whitney's shoulders to twitch involuntarily. "Whitney, K.H has the same nickname as your ex," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. Whitney forced a tight smile, her defenses rising instinctively. "Boss, when have I ever said that guy was my boyfriend? Besides, they're not even the same person," she retorted, her voice laced with irritation. "Oh, right, yeah, they're definitely different. Your ex has a starry sky as the profile picture, and this one has a little white rabbit," Ivan replied, attempting to lighten the mood with a smile.

"Guess I'm getting forgetful." He genuinely believed Whitney's ex might be in the group, and she felt a wave of unease wash over her. Whitney smiled faintly, her eyes darting down to the chat list. The starry sky avatar was now replaced by the white rabbit. She flipped her phone face down on the table, a sense of dread creeping in. She was terrified that if she lingered in the chat any longer, she might inadvertently reveal something that could come back to haunt her. Ivan sent a message: [Calvin, the three of us on the team are all in the group and have updated our contact info.

If anyone has work questions, please ask and communicate more.] Calvin replied promptly: [Got it, Mr. Walton. Just now we added Mr. Harris. Looking forward to working with everyone.] "Mr. Harris?" Frank gasped, his eyes widening in surprise. "Boss, that rabbit avatar? It's Mr. Harris. I didn't expect him to come off so cold, but the avatar is pretty cute," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. Ivan shrugged, pondering the oddity of Klein being in the group. "Yeah, maybe he's cold on the outside but warm inside. Alright, from now on, watch your words in the group.

Most people have notes and phone numbers attached. If needed, just call," he advised, his tone serious. Klein's presence made Ivan especially cautious, a clear indication of how seriously the Harris Group was taking this merger. For the next few months, this case would be the focal point of their work, and Whitney felt the pressure mounting. ***** As the workday began to wind down, Whitney began her usual routine of packing up her belongings. However, she noticed Frank had other plans; he intended to stay late and work overtime. She turned to him, a hint of regret in her voice.

"I've got something to take care of today, so I'm heading out early," she informed him, trying to mask her urgency. "No worries, go ahead," Frank replied, his focus already shifting back to his work. Whitney had boasted about her plans that morning, and now she felt the weight of her words pressing down on her. Though the elevator ride always made her feel a bit uneasy, she decided to take the stairs down from the 18th floor instead. After some contemplation, she figured it was for the best. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was Laura.

"Whit, my car happens to be near your office," she chirped cheerfully. "I was going to bring this to you next time you came back, but since I'm passing by today, I thought I'd drop it off." Whitney raised an eyebrow slightly, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" "Nothing much. I brought a gift from my last trip for you. You're always avoiding going home and living alone. I thought you would like it," Laura explained, her tone bright and inviting. Whitney scoffed, shaking her head. "No thanks, Laura. You should save it for Tina instead." "I bought her gifts, too. Just come get it.

I'm parked by Gosina Road, silver car. Waiting for you, Whit," Laura insisted, her voice unwavering. After hanging up, Whitney felt a twinge of annoyance as she made her way outside. She spotted Laura's car almost immediately. "Whit, over here!" Laura waved eagerly, her enthusiasm palpable. Whitney paused, thinking, 'Is she being a little too enthusiastic today?' As she approached, Laura quickly thrust the bag into her hands. "Whit, take a look at the instructions.

If you're not sure how to prepare it, just give me a call, and I'll walk you through it," she said, her kindness disarming Whitney. Feeling unable to refuse, Whitney nodded. "Okay, thanks," she replied, albeit reluctantly. Just as Whitney took the bag, Laura leaned in closer. "Whit, you've got something on your face," she said, raising a tissue, ready to wipe it away. Whitney suddenly sensed something was amiss and tried to pull back, but Laura's hand brushed lightly across her nose, leaving her momentarily disoriented. A wave of dizziness washed over her; her legs felt like jelly.

"Whit, are you okay? Oh dear, is it your low blood sugar acting up again?" Laura asked, concern etched on her features. With surprising ease, Laura gently but firmly ushered Whitney into the car. Laura smiled slightly and instructed the driver, "Take us home." Whitney pressed her fingertips into her palm, desperately trying to stay conscious. "What exactly do you want?" she demanded, her voice shaky. "Don't worry. I just want to make sure you behave yourself and stay home these last few days before the wedding," Laura replied, her tone almost maternal. "I told you.

I'm not getting married," Whitney snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. Laura's smile softened, "Hey, the invitations are already sent out. Canceling isn't an option. Enough. Just rest in your room for the next few days." Meanwhile, Carter stood outside the villa, glaring fiercely at the front gate. It was nearly eight o'clock, and impatience gnawed at him. 'Where the hell is Whitney?' he wondered, irritation flaring. 'I knew it.

She's just pulling that push-pull act, trying to make me beg for forgiveness.' "Carter, are you waiting for someone?" Emily asked softly, chewing on her lip, sensing his agitation. "Nope, not waiting for anyone," Carter replied, sliding his arm around her shoulders, trying to convey some sense of calm. "Let's go upstairs and talk to Mom and Dad. We need to make it clear that the guy isn't good enough for you." Emily hesitated, her brow furrowing. "But-" Carter met her gaze, his tone gentle but firm. "But what?

You really don't want to clear things up with them?" Emily could hear the hint of irritation in Carter's voice, and she continued to play the pitiful role. "Carter, I don't want you to have problems with Mom and Dad because of me." "You won't. Grandpa never said anything about the Harris daughters being forced into arranged engagements. Lena doesn't have to, and neither do you," Carter reassured her, his words warming her heart. "Thanks, Carter. You're so good to me," she smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude. Carter nodded slightly, then snorted softly toward the gate. "Let's head upstairs.

Dad should be done with his call." ****** Whitney stared silently at the locked door, the two servants standing guard by her window downstairs. 'Is Laura really trying to imprison me?' she thought, a mix of disbelief and frustration swirling within her. In a moment of desperation, she texted Allison: [Babe, the witch at my place just locked me up. Guess she's finally had enough of me trying to call off the engagement. She's not messing around this time. [Any chance you can send someone to bust me out?

I need to talk to your grandpa face-to-face about breaking things off.] She knew she had to speak to James directly about ending things. Lena quickly responded: [What? Is she crazy? Hold on, I'll find someone to come save you now.] Conclusion As the day unfolded, Whitney found herself grappling with the weight of unspoken fears and the looming specter of her past. The unexpected presence of Mr. Harris in the merger group stirred up a whirlwind of emotions she thought she had buried.

The light banter with Frank and Ivan momentarily masked her anxiety, but as she faced the reality of her entrapment-both physically and emotionally-she felt the walls closing in. Laura's insistence on her staying home felt more like a prison than a protective gesture, igniting a fire of rebellion within Whitney. Her resolve to confront her feelings about the impending wedding and the past she had tried to escape grew stronger, igniting a spark of determination to reclaim her narrative.

In the face of mounting pressure, Whitney's plea for help from Allison became a pivotal moment in her emotional arc. It represented not just a desire to escape a physical confinement but also a desperate need to break free from the expectations and fears that had long dictated her choices. As she awaited a response, a mix of hope and trepidation coursed through her veins. This was not just about the wedding; it was about finding her voice and asserting her autonomy.

With Laura seemingly determined to keep Whitney confined and the specter of her ex lurking in the merger project, readers can expect an explosive collision of past and present. Will Whitney manage to break free from Laura's clutches and confront the unresolved issues with her ex? Or will the mounting pressure of the impending wedding force her to make choices she isn't ready for? The stakes have never been higher, and Whitney's struggle for autonomy is bound to lead to pivotal revelations.

Moreover, the dynamics between Carter and Emily will likely take center stage as they navigate their own familial tensions. With Carter's fierce protectiveness over Emily and their shared concerns about the Harris family's expectations, will they find a way to stand together against the looming pressures of tradition? As secrets unravel and alliances shift, the chapter is poised to explore the complexities of loyalty, love, and the fight for personal freedom.

Expect unexpected twists that will keep you on the edge of your seat, as Whitney's quest for liberation intertwines with the intricate web of relationships that define her life. Dex Morgan Dex Morgan works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.