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?”

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

awkward Evan must look like earlier.

the report

with.  “Yes sir.” And then he scurried out like a

Evan stopped him. John could feel his heart racing, but he still turned back to Evan. The latter was looking at the documents on

everywhere, 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 characters. They seemed to be looking down on something with their unnaturally huge eyes. What’s this? they’re making

bruised and crying! Oh god, who did this? A shiver ran down his spine, and John didn’t look at the papers

to the bottom of this, Mr. Seet’s gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled this prank? They

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

here. Evan could feel his pride being challenged, and his face fell. No matter who the prankster was, he would teach them a lesson once they were found

the results fifteen minutes before five. He was already