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

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

want the report before

with.  “Yes sir.” And then he scurried

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, Evan

up and looked through them. Something’s on these papers. Oh, they’re comic

did this? A shiver ran down his spine, and John

Seet’s gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled this prank? They

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

feel his pride being challenged, and his face fell. No matter who the prankster was, he would teach them a

a while, but finally, he came back with the results fifteen minutes before five. He was already wheezing, but he