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?”

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

must look like earlier. “I’ll

the report

time. I don’t have much time to work with.  “Yes sir.” And then he scurried out like a

the

making a mess out of the floor. John went to pick them up and looked through them. Something’s on these papers. Oh,

crying! Oh god, who did this? A shiver

this, Mr. Seet’s gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled

office. When he was about to drink from his glass, he was reminded of

infiltrated, and they left prank after prank here. Evan could feel his pride being challenged, and his face fell. No matter

with the results fifteen minutes before five. He was already wheezing, but he managed to convey