Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

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.

That is how I've always handled things that matter too much - by pretending they don't matter at all. That is the architecture of how I handle it. That is also what Silver heard through a corridor wall. And what Bianca Mitchelle apparently decided to redistribute across a ballroom, which is information I did not have until thirty seconds ago and which has the specific quality of a mistake compounding itself beyond the original damage. Like a crack in ice spreading outward, each branch making the surface more unstable. I said it to protect her from worse. That is also true.

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 was slowly walking round the table while they followed me with their eyes. “What does that have to do with the fact that you’re late,” the GM of their company stood up to me. “What’s your name?” I asked the man who caught my attention earlier and he replied with “Derek” so I stopped in my tracks. “Derek, you’re obviously new so you wouldn’t know but for your sake, I will move further since they’ve decided to live in denial,” “15 million dollars suddenly went missing from my company’s records,” I stopped to look at their already uncomfortable GMs face.

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*

I take off the rope in her hands. “Thank you!” She suddenly hug me. “I thought you will never come for me.” “I will always come to you no matter what it takes,” I replied and kissed her forehead. [Christmas] One year and half months later... December 24: 6:00 a.m. It is been one year and half months after the incident that happened to us with Duke. The CEO of the Earl Grey are now in the prison, paying all the things he had done. The one that taking the company now is her mother, Diane, but the business is not the same anymore than before. So, Diane doesn't have a choice to sell the company from the other since his son can't run it anymore. That's all the information I had with them and that

The mysterious gas leak at the event center that had forced us to relocate the fundraiser at the last minute. All of it, orchestrated. All of it, designed to make me look incompetent. We'd intercepted most of their schemes, but they kept coming like cockroaches. You stomp one out, three more appear. "Sir, what's our next move?" Jack asked quietly, stepping up beside me. I straightened my back and turned away from the sky. "We do what we do best. Intercept." I was about to head back inside when movement at the far end of the driveway caught my eye. Someone stumbled, their arms windmilling for balance before they toppled forward and hit the pavement.

I said breezily, taking Misha’s arm. The manager blanched, unsure if I was joking. I was. Mostly. Misha nodded politely. “We’ll consider it.” The poor man looked ready to cry from gratitude. “We look forward to your next visit.” I didn’t bother correcting him. This wouldn’t be our last. Not if Misha kept up this level of madness to get what he wanted.