Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo

What is going on? Evan’s fully hand-made, Italian trousers were glued firmly on the seat. That realization made his face fall, and he quickly called John. “Come here this instant! You have one minute!” he warned.

John was confused, but seeing that Evan had summoned him so sternly, something big must have happened.

He went to the president’s office as soon as possible, and when he arrived, Evan was changing his clothes. “Do you require my assistance, Mr. Seet?”

“Something’s on the seat. See what it is.”

John went to observe the seat closely and noticed it was smeared with a colorless and odorless super glue. How did this get here? John was baffled.

After Evan was done changing and came out of his break room, John gave him a curious look. “How did this get here, Mr. Seet?”

sweat started drenching him, and he realized he asked a redundant question. If Evan knew why it was there, he wouldn’t

like earlier. “I’ll look into this right

want the report

looked at the time. I don’t have much time to work with.  “Yes

latter was looking at the documents on the table intently as he flipped through them. When he got to the fourth page, Evan hurled the documents at him. “And look

making a mess out of the floor. John went to pick them up and looked through them. Something’s on these papers. Oh, they’re comic

a minute! This is Mr. Seet! But he’s drawn all bruised and crying! Oh god, who did this? A shiver ran down his spine,

Mr. Seet’s gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled this

about to drink from his glass, he was reminded

office is infiltrated, and they left prank after prank here. Evan could feel his pride being challenged,

the results fifteen minutes before five. He