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?”

crushing him, suffocating him. Cold sweat started drenching him, and he realized he asked a redundant question. If Evan knew

must look like earlier. “I’ll look into

the report before

have much time to work with.  “Yes sir.” And then he scurried out like a

was looking at the documents on the table intently as he

floor. John went to pick them up and looked through them. Something’s on these papers. Oh, they’re comic characters. They

But he’s drawn all bruised and crying! Oh god, who did this? A shiver ran down his spine, and John didn’t look at the papers anymore.

no. If I can’t get to the bottom of this, Mr. Seet’s gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled

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

prank after prank here. Evan could feel his pride being challenged, and

finally, he came back with the results fifteen minutes before