Mrs Joke Mha Novels & Stories

“But we have an issue that requires your attention.” I stood, straightening my jacket. “We’ll continue this conversation another time,” I said to Hardin, my tone leaving no room for argument. And I left the lounge with Mikhail following suit. "What's the issue?" I asked. "Your wife, Pakhan. She's drowning herself with alcohol." Mikhail said and I felt the anger radiate off my body, I moved to find the little witch.

"Nathalie, didn't I tell you not to come here? Why did you bring the children too?" I frowned. "Why did that man just now call her Mrs. Shaw?" Jerome was stunned momentarily, a look of panic flashing across his face. Just then, Miranda Jones—the one referred to as Mrs. Shaw—had just finished dealing with the people outside and entered the room. She quickly explained, "Nathalie, don't misunderstand. They're just joking around." Jerome also nodded. "Yes, they like to joke. You know there's nothing going on between me and her."

She leaned forward, looking eager. “And?” The little mischievous light in her chocolaty eyes gave him a pleasant feeling… deep in his stomach. “And what?” he asked, playing dumb. “I swear you’re worse than Bills! Did you get the promotion? The Vice President spot?” He savored the moment, conscious that he’d pretty much rushed home to tell her, knowing Maxima should be the first to know. “Howard said they can’t make anything official until Eric Hall retires, but he offered me the job. I’m going to be the Vice President of ‘CareShields Ins. Group’!”

Mia is much happier than before because her heart feels relieved, Peter sighs: "That's right, people from MJ Group, you don't fit." Mia was bringing food to her mouth when she immediately stopped, she glared at him. Professor Wayne looked at her in surprise: "Is it the MJ Group that moved to country C 10 years ago and then returned to city A not too long ago? Mia Joan, aren't you a novelist? What position do you hold at MJ Corporation?" She shyly replied, "I just do this part-time job and I just do a normal job at MJ Corporation." Professor Wayne looked at her with pity: “You've worked hard. You must be very busy every day, right?”

Mr Devine shouted and said. His voice was so loud and scary that the maids began to fear, but they were really interested in the drama that's why they were still there. Mrs Devine shivered when she saw that her husband was not joking, she immediately came up with the logical answer, "Uhm, honey what do you mean. Mr Moore is a shareholder in your company, don't you remember". She gave off a fake smile and said in a soothing voice, praying that she won't be asked any more questions again.

“Honestly, you should have come months ago but you don’t give a crap about this old lady now do you?” I chuckled and looked at the now open door. Dr. Jha was a 5’3” woman from Northern India in her early sixties. She was sharp and her tongue matched her sharpness. After three years of seeing her, I felt more fondness for her than even my own mother. “Zachary Anderson, you get that butt in here and sit down in Room 1.” I nodded and walked past her, my eyes down with my hands in my pockets. “Don’t try to be cute with me. Months, Zachary. Months you haven’t been in and now look where you are. Your medication isn’t working, is it?”

That chuckle quickly exploded into full-blown, head-thrown-back laughter. Her brows knitted in confusion. Was this a test? Was she supposed to laugh too? Was she on Candid Camera? Mrs. Althea Montemayor—matriarch, school director, socialite, billionaire—was laughing like she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world. Her elegant face turned a deep shade of red, and her shoulders shook uncontrollably. She blinked, flabbergasted. What on earth is so funny? Was my apology punchlined and I didn’t get the memo?

I ran towards the main door of the gigantic company. There, I was greeted with multiple subjects. "Oh! Charlotte, it seems like you're here!" My manager, Hanes Jones said, waving his hand. I walked towards the manager who's a few steps before me with a smile. "Greetings, manager. How unusual, it feels like we haven't seen each other for centuries," I chuckled, as I stated a cheesy joke.

Alice was given 7 years and Maya was disbarred and given 2 years in imprisonment* ~ Present ~ Tears rolled down Amanda's eyes, she finally got the justice she and Jonathan deserves and every day just feels surreal. She was still lost in her thoughts when her door was flung open by her three years old child, he giggled at his actions and immediately ran into her arms.

The tangled web of emotions and dedication that held me for twelve years has finally been cut loose. The ups and downs, the triumphs and setbacks of Hoffman Real Estate were all behind me then. I had just walked through the door, about to pour myself a glass of water, when my phone buzzed to life. It was the headhunter from yesterday. "Hello, Ms. Stewart, this is Maverick Cobb, the headhunter. We chatted through a private message yesterday. Are you free to talk more about working together?" "Sure, I'm listening," I replied, sinking into the couch with a calm voice.