Pronto () Novels & Stories

Sir would you honour my invitation? HOW TO CALL PROSPECT WHO HAVE ATTENDED A PRESENTATION, PROMISED TO PAY ON A CERTAIN DAY BUT YET TO PAY. Good evening, my name Is Amaka, I am a senior consultant with Momentum Project organisation. Am I speaking to Mr. Prospect? Great Mr. Prospect. You will recall you attended our discussion session on Monday where you gathered information on how working with our team under the umbrella of the Aim Global we can help you put together a part time business portfolio with a monthly cash flow of N300,000 to N500,000 over the next 12 months.

I sighed and worried. "Stop worrying. It will be fine." he whispered in my ear. I nodded and he kept his arm around my waist as we left our room and headed out the door. As we walked, Nik stepped up to Griffin's side as Dolph did the same on mine. "Has anyone ever seen Chance fight?" Nik asked. Griffin and Dolph shook their heads but I nodded. "Yeah, I have. He's brutal and swift. He favors his right side and he shifts early." I volunteered, trying to remember all the times that I had watched Chance spar.

Dude's not the prize he thinks he is. The backlash was relentless. Rowina shut off her phone entirely, and Neil? He was drowning, barely keeping his head above water. Their picture-perfect reputations were wrecked. SchmidtCorp's stock prices tanked, and I sold my shares to the company's second-largest shareholder, delivering the final blow. After releasing my divorce statement, I sent my parents on a well-deserved extended vacation abroad. They deserved the break. I stayed home, resting and leaving everything else in Maya's hands.

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-

Please please, keep going! I held my breath as my phone let out a ‘ding’ sound. I slowly open my eyes and peek through a decent hole between my left palm. I look down at the online picker wheel, mentally praying for the result to be ‘keep going’. You’ve got to be kidding me.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because