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?”

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 there, he wouldn’t have

how awkward Evan must look like earlier. “I’ll

want the

I don’t have much time to work with.

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

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

drawn all bruised and crying! Oh god, who did this? A shiver ran down his spine, and John didn’t

kill me! Which idiot pulled this prank?

drink from his glass, he was reminded of denatonium benzoate’s taste,

network got hacked, my office is infiltrated, and they left prank after prank 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

finally, he came back with the results fifteen minutes before five. He was