Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

"Dark chocolate leaves a bitter aftertaste. It commands respect." "You are impossible today," Maeve laughed, leaning forward and tapping my knee. "Seriously, what is going on in that brilliant head of yours? You're nodding along, but you're miles away. Is it still that management crisis at The Obsidian?" "A minor logistical imbalance, nothing more," I lied smoothly, the velvet of my chair suddenly feeling claustrophobic. "The stock inventory required my direct intervention."

What was wrong with Andrew tonight? Was it a coincidence? A mistake? Andrew said, “Their company must have hired an expert.” “What kind of expert is this that even you can’t handle?” “It’s not that I can’t handle it, I just didn’t expect it. I was too careless this time. Mr. Gomez, I guarantee that it won’t happen again.” Since the incident had already happened, there was no point in bringing it up again. Dominic sighed. He looked out the window and said, “It’s a shame. This was a good chance to defeat Loveflix. Our web traffic has been exported over now, Loveflix has risen, and the Martin family, as well as Thomas, have risen.

The "Game Pie" marked the unofficial start of what Footnotes diligently recorded in his logs as "The Era of Managed Frivolity." We’d found equilibrium not in solving cosmic crises, but in deliberately cultivating unseriousness. The Prism of Found Significance sat on a high shelf, used only for special occasions, like appreciating the truly epic rise of a soufflé. The garden thrived in a state of cheerful, low-stakes chaos.

The highlight of the meeting was when her boss was still maintained as the Managing Director of the company, it was a relief to know that is now foster father's plan to render him unemployed had failed As the board meeting concluded, Vivian felt a wave of relief wash over her. The uneventful nature of the meeting provided a temporary respite from the swirling emotions within her. However, she knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in her professional journey, one that would test her resolve and force her to confront her past in ways she never anticipated.

"It was a mistake from our end,I-i- Don't also understand how that happened but we are very sorry for any inconveniences i-" "Are you kidding me, I am pregnant! I didn't take the wrong pill for you to call that an inconvenience. Are you shitting me right now! A fucking mistake I am pregnant because of you,I lost my boyfriend because of you hell I even lost my best friend and you're calling it an inconvenience man you need to be sacked and burnt alive!"

I had a lot against this company and I wasn’t afraid to use it. “Mia, how did it go?” my PA popped out from nowhere as she always did that. “Okay first, you need to learn to give me a warning signal before creeping up on me like that,” she giggled. “You’ll get used to it,” she replied. “Well, we were worried I was late, now they’re worried they might be folding up,” I smiled in fulfilment. “Oh, the 2020 case! I thought it was long buried,” she said.

I screwed up big time. My dear old man threatened my good damn trust fund and my job, and he was willing to pull out his connection so that I couldn’t be able to find a job if I would go and see her again. I thought I able to convince that I was a responsible man when I wholeheartedly took the responsibility for my child, but I was terribly wrong.

I was tipsy that was not helping in the situation or the mission to get rid of the parasite that was dirting my whole body. He started kissing my neck that disgusted me even more so I elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could. Good thing that I managed to free myself. Not wanting to dance anymore I went back to my seat and downed some cold water enough to leave me in my senses, not in a mood to drink anymore all cause of the DUMB FUCK. Oops sorry for the language, I didn't mean it or maybe I did. *shrugging* *BANG* *BANG*

If Andy didn't quickly handle this problem, they would be in danger. Alice was silent and observed Luna's angry attitude, Alice's face exuded arrogance like a peacock spreading its tail. She had been assigned to mess up Mia's fake funeral, so she had made a meticulous plan without any flaws, she could both provoke Luna and Andy, she could mess up Mia's funeral, and she could also help Mia explain her injustices.

Manage. The word that contained all of it. The years of managed messages and managed silences and managed versions of the truth designed to prevent questions rather than answer them. He had defaulted to it. Not because something had happened tonight that required concealing. But because the habit of management ran deeper than he had yet managed to excavate.