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?”

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

could imagine how awkward Evan must look like earlier. “I’ll look into this right away, Mr.

want the report before

with.  “Yes sir.” And then

get out, Evan stopped him. John could feel his heart racing, but he still turned back to Evan. The latter was looking at the documents on the table intently as he flipped through them. When he got to the fourth page,

these papers. Oh, they’re comic characters. They seemed to

Oh god, who did this? A shiver ran down his spine,

kill me!

he was reminded of denatonium benzoate’s taste, and he smashed his

prank after prank here. Evan could feel his pride being

results fifteen minutes before five. He was