Mischief Managed Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something was terribly wrong. ***************************************** I couldn't help but have this ominous feeling as we drove to Denver’s company. The uneasiness didn't go unnoticed by Denver. “You need to be bold Mia. Any form of misconduct or mistake won't be tolerated. I do not tolerate any form of unprofessionalism from my employees” Denver stated, slightly irritated. I shot him a withering glare “Well… I didn't beg for it” I mumbled my comeback under my breath.

Managed panicked. Everybody Looked at the manager.

Milet said, bowing slightly. “Hey, I didn’t do anything! okay? He’s the one who bumped into me!” Charity huffed, crossing her arms defensively. Milet pinched her arm sharply. “Shut up,” she hissed under her breath. The man walked past them without a word. Charity caught another whiff of his intoxicating cologne, momentarily distracting her. “Wait—” she started, but Milet quickly covered her mouth. “What’s your problem?!” Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand.

-=Jayden's Point of View=- Jayden Andrada never forgets! I would never in a million years forget the mistake that stupid woman made toward me. What does she think? I'll let it slide since she admitted her mistake and apologized to me. I lost a billion-dollar account just because she didn't make sure that she was kidnapping the right person. When I got to the office that morning, the first thing I did was meet with Arman. Arman is the private investigator I hired to investigate the woman who abducted me, and I trust Arman to get the information I needed in a short amount of time.

What if she messed up completely? "I really ought to have dressed more formally." She was thinking to herself. She deeply regretted being dressed in a short denim skirt and a white top without sleeves. But if she had been dressed in something more formal, they might have misunderstood her and thought that she was going to be a very bossy bitch. A number of ladies smiled at each other in amusement. She chuckled to herself as she realised that she was now the joker of the group. What a fantastic way to establish her reputation!

Today is a mistake that would never happen again! LITTLE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC Yasmine kept laughing until she became breathless. Gemila found that offensive but can she blame her? She's the one who almost ruined everything because of a silly s*x urge. “So your telling me that he almost kissed you?" It's not even up to a week and you're already letting him affect you this way?" Yasmine said with a serious face. She is done laughing and it's now time to be serious. “I messed up today but that would never happen again." Gemila said as if making herself a promise.

He was flanked by two other board members, their expressions ranging from skeptical to hostile. "Dylan, my boy. A fiancée?" Mike's voice boomed, loud enough to draw discreet attention. He barely glanced at Anna, addressing Dylan as if she were a piece of furniture he’d just purchased. "You've been mighty quiet about this. After the recent... misunderstandings with the media, this is certainly a strategic pivot." Anna felt Dylan’s muscles tense beneath her hand. The BPD, she thought, was always looking for a threat, always preparing for betrayal. A normal person would feel annoyance; Dylan felt imminent catastrophe.

All because of one mistake I didn't even do. Now, all I have left is myself. I became a bitch, a slut as most call it. A whore who sells herself for drugs to keep me sane. The Mansion I once lived now turned into a sewage-like place. Nothing but scraps on the table, waking up every day and feeling the same. Asking myself over and over, "When did my life become such a mess?". The beauty men once adored is now slowly fading.

I immediately texted Manang to let her know that I was fine and opened the group chat with my friend. Zarivillina: She’s not replying to my messages! MAlonzo: Omy! maybe something happened to her? Zarivillina: You’re overthinking again,Mitch. MAlonzo: I'm not overthinking! She’s not replying too to my call. Riahlopez: Stop it, She will reply if she wants to. They still have more conversation and their topic is me Mitch was Overreacting and Zari in being hot-headed which always interrupted Mitch and Riah was just too calm. Confident that I am in good place.

Or, possibly her anticipation of what was to come? Her pale yellow slippers, adorned with rows of multicolored beading blended to create a beautiful peacock, provided a flimsy walk. Their delicate constitution was certainly no match for the thick muck coating the final stretch of the dark, dank alley. Elizabeth heaved a sigh. She had almost maneuvered her way through the perilous debris permeating her path without a mishap. She was so near. Now, she would be presented to the good Doctor Jameson with the all too questionable and unpleasantly thick goo coating a great deal of her slippers.