Mischief Managed Novels & Stories

And the way he is staring at me seductively irritates me a lot. “Yes, I want you to do something important for me." His eyes brightened up like he was waiting for me to say that. “What is that? Speak to me, baby, and I won't hesitate to help you." Urghh! “You remember you have Mr. Raymond Reece a deal for a certain company?" He nodded his head. “I mistakenly destroyed the contract." “Really? That's great news." He chuckled loudly. Huh? What great news? "You know what? I am so scared of Mr. Reece, so I don't want to work with him.”

Kael’s Pov This whole situation was an absolute disaster. A colossal screw-up of epic proportions. My meticulously crafted scheme, a masterpiece of manipulation, had gone spectacularly sideways. Every detail, every contingency, every single domino had been perfectly placed. And then, poof.......Vanished like a cheap magician's rabbit.

(Who's the manager of the Mist) Mr.Bianchi, the manager of the Mist was standing next to me not making a move when they called for him. A gunshot went off and everyone dropped to the floor, screaming. Me and Angela were the only one's standing, we looked at each other and then back at the robbers. "I asked who the f**k is the manager!" Quello sarei io." (That would be me) Mr. Bianchi said with a quivering voice while standing up slowly from the floor.

I inquired nervously, trying to comprehend the seriousness in his response. "You screwed up the whole plan by hooking up with the wrong guy, and you forgot to input the code to finalize the transaction. You've put not only yourself but the entire operation in jeopardy. Now, you have to correct your mistake to keep the trail off our back or risk jail terms," he bashed. Shit! In my rush, I had forgotten that I needed to input a code to validate the transaction. My mind raced as I thought about what I was going to do next.

"Sydney didn't come in today for work." A wave of realization washed over me, dispelling the haze that had momentarily clouded my mind. The manager's manipulation had become apparent. It seemed he had exploited my vulnerability, using the allure of Sydney's name to entice me into the dance. Anger simmered within me as I processed the deceitful tactics employed by the manager. He had preyed upon my momentary weakness, misleading me with false promises. I made a mental note to address this issue with him at a later time.

As if completely oblivious to the gaze, Hazel calmly sat at the head position of the conference table. There was even more dissatisfaction on the faces of all the people. Mandy hastened to come to her, explaining in a low tone with the objection, “Manager Crowe, I asked the directors to come to the conference room for a meeting at your request. But they asked me about your plan and then accidentally stole my marketing plan. They misunderstood it as your idea, so they became very angry and stirred up trouble…” “You made a plan?” asked Hazel curiously. “I tried to make one last night,” Mandy looked very shy. “Maybe my plan was really bad. Sorry that I got you into trouble…”

Judy's face flashed, judging me, pulling me back from the brink of absolute control and absolute disaster. ​I stepped back, running a hand through my hair. The cold, self-preserving wall snapped back into place. The moment was gone, polluted by the power imbalance and my own destructive impulses. ​"This," I stated, my voice low and steady, laced with cold self-disgust, "was a mistake." I adjusted my shirt and returned to my chair, placing the desk firmly between us. The Ice King was back. ​I avoided her eyes, unable to look at the beautiful, flushed face that had almost made me forget my rules.

She clearly hadn’t expected me, the person she could always manipulate so easily, to refuse being controlled this time. A flash of malice crossed her eyes before she pointed at me and exploded. “Sadie, how can you accept them? You have no shame at all! Taking handouts from people like this makes you no different from a beggar on the street!”

His mind was in turmoil. "I wished I would just get knocked out" he was taking himself as he used unnecessary force to open the door. Grace heard him talking but what he said was incoherent to her. "Are you talking to me sir?" Marcus looked at her "would you please get the hell out of my way miss" "I thought...." "I wouldn't repeat myself Grace" he knew better than to push her out of the way Grace moved hurriedly from his way, confusion written all over her face.