Mrs Joke Mha Novels & Stories

he asked. "I changed my mind. That's all." Everyone exchanged looks. I closed my eyes, unable to bear seeing their disappointed expressions any longer. "I'm tired. I need some rest." "Ethan, I can't just watch you throw your future away," Mr. Hayes blurted out. "I hope you can rethink this calmly. We'll talk about it again tomorrow." "I've already made my decision. I'll be submitting my application to Seabrook Technical College tomorrow." The moment the words landed, Mom fainted and was rushed to the hospital. After examining her, the doctor said it was just stress and shock and that she'd be fine after some rest.

"Ms. Maureen, do you not want me around because I'm a second-hand secretary?" Maureen scowled. "Don't talk nonsense. That's called having a wealth of professional experience!" "Haha, fair enough! I look forward to learning from you," Steven joked, relaxing. "I won't ask for much—just a hefty salary raise!" "Is money ever a problem around here?" Maureen rested her chin in her hands, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "If you do a great job, I'll make you incredibly wealthy. But if you slack off, I'll turn you into a third-hand secretary."

The maid bent her head, and then asked for her clothes so she could launder them. “Thank you.” Myra smiled, surprised that Atlas was this thoughtful. She stepped out of the warm shower sometime later, and went online to see an announcement that Professor Callaghn had won some sort of morality award. She stared at it, giggling at first till she was laughing uncontrollably. This had to be the biggest joke she had seen all year. Was this some deliberate attempt to mock the families this man had affected, or did they really believe he deserved this? How was this even vetted?

“Now people are posting fake pregnancy announcements online, printing fake ultrasounds, and sticking them on lockers.” Mr. Caldwell raised a hand slightly. “Mr. Lombardi—” “No,” I cut in. “This joke is getting out of hand.” The room went quiet. Mariah touched my arm lightly. “Jackson.” But I wasn’t done. “People think this stuff is funny,” I said. “They think it’s entertainment. But it’s not. It’s harassment.” Mr. Caldwell looked at Mariah now. “Miss Morales, are you feeling harassed?” Mariah blinked.

Ben turned towards the stage and I started to cover my face but unfortunately my seat was in the front row and that man kept on staring at me. He came towards the podium, took the mic and started to introduce himself, "I'm Brent Jones from Harvard University specializing in neurosurgery. I'm invited here as a Head supervisor of a new research project." Before he finished his introduction, all the girls in the hall went nuts and started asking absurd questions about his personal life and his relationship status.

This is embarrassing. "Miss Johnson, how are you?" The examiner, Mrs. McGill who doubles as one of the lecturers that takes us a core course, asks me, peering into my face, I am holding up the queue behind me and I am squirming, I pull the hoodie down but it is useless. Judging by Mrs. McGill's expression, she can smell that I haven't washed my hair in a week. Maggie tried but I didn't listen to her. My heartbreak is a great excuse but of course the world doesn't care.

I recited the memorized paragraph, making everyone's jaw drop. Mr. Hill burst into vicious laughter. "Bravo! You are certainly a bright student, Mrs. Lan! But I believe that it might not matter if the month passed or not. All we have to do is tell the press that the CEO of Lan Diamond Corporation is in a coma and his company is incompetently run by his newlywedded wife." His venomous words made me reconsider punching him.

She looked at me “So that job hunt is not going as you planned?” I answered “No. It’s not going as I planned. Why is it so hard, I mean I have a masters’ degree and two years work experience.” “No, you have a masters’ degree and two years of coffee delivery experience!” she said sarcastically. “Is that supposed to be funny?”

The outline of Henry's face looked cold and ruthless, as tight as a knife sculpture, and his sexy thin lips were pressed so tightly that no one could see them. Moore Yunting looked at them and thought they were so coward. Then he glared at them. Then he said, "We don't dare to laugh at her in front of you, but can you really stop us from laughing at her behind? She is just a toilet cleaner. What qualifications does she have to be the Young Madam of Marriott International?"

“ We are so sorry Maya we tried calling but you weren't picking up. You'll get another job don't worry “ my colleagues told me as they sympathized with me. I just put on a fake smile and told them it was fine even though my subconscious was screaming inside me for me to shut the fuxk up. Nothing was fine. I left the shop feeling dejected and began walking aimlessly on the street all in the name of job hunting, I walked till my feet wanted to become sore but I heard a passerby talking to someone on the phone. “ Yeah, Taylor's modeling and cosmetic company are looking for a personal assistant for their CEO head over there now. I heard the interview is just some minute or an hour from now “ the