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?”

his gaze oppressive. Even without saying a word, John could feel the air crushing him, suffocating him. Cold sweat started drenching him, and he realized he asked a redundant question. If Evan knew why it was there, he wouldn’t have sat on it in

like earlier. “I’ll look into this right away, Mr.

want the report before

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

at the documents

them. Something’s on these papers. Oh, they’re comic

god, who did this?

Mr. Seet’s gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled this prank? They just have

about to drink from his glass, he was reminded of denatonium benzoate’s taste, and he smashed his glass against

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

finally, he came back with the results fifteen minutes before five.