Smartass Replies Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Uhm Ma'am, can I get your details? We're giving out the promo for our customers and I would like to get your name and number." "Oh, don't worry about that dear. I won't be taking any promo." Ashley said. Her husband owned the mall. There was no need to take any promo from them. "Ma'am?" The lady called in a questioning manner. "I'm Ashley Mazza and I will not be going with any promo." She said. The lady's eyes widened after she had repeated the name Mazza three times. "Ma'am?" Her eyes widened the more when she saw Rob behind her. "We're so sorry Ma'am, we didn't know you were the one. Boss had informed us that his wife would be coming today. We're so sorry Ma'am'."

I heard the strange lady ask, again. " Erm... Sorry, ma'am. Yes, I'm his new personal assistant." I affirmed. " I think, I like you preferred to that slut." "Excuse me?." I'm confused. "Never mind. Is he in his office now?." "I'm sorry but, I can't disclose that to you. I have no idea who I'm speaking with at the moment so, I can't tell you about Mr. Aaron's activity, I hope you understand. If you want to meet with him, you can book an appointment through our business mail ARSofficial@g***l.com." I answered as politely as I could. I do not want to sound rude and at the same time, can't disclose his information. I'm not here to put his life at risk despite him being so annoying.

The assistant couldn't help but laugh, "Sir, we need your full name and your company's name as well as your detailed position." "I'm not a customer of your company, I'm just an old friend of Paula. Please help me tell her that I want to meet her this afternoon." The man's voice was serious. "Sir, you'd better make an appointment. Leave your phone number, I'll make an appointment with Ms. Bellamy first, and then I'll return it to you, okay?" The assistant said very enthusiastically, because the voice on the other end of the phone was one of the rarest magnetic charm she had ever heard.

I’m typing my reply when I got a message from unregistered number and it says “You’re tired, you better rest and sleep, Good night, see you tomorrow” Since it not registered, I try to compose a text for a reply when my phone ring, it’s Aya. Oh I forgot to text her back, I was occupied by this unknown sender. “Hello, Ya” I started “Yeah, I’m home a little while now, yeah, I’m sorry Juancho and I talked, that’s why. Don’t worry, okay? Did you eat?, You should rest now, I’m just reviewing my notes for our upcoming exam, and I’ll go to sleep, you should too, I know you’re tired. Yeah, Okay. Goodnight” and I continue my typing my message for this mystery sender.

By Tuesday afternoon, forty-eight had replied. Most of them were short. Simply acknowledgements of the mail or a few questions about specific metrics. The two clients he hadn't visited yet now wanted to schedule meetings. Adam considered that a victory. One reply, from a commercial property owner named Baxter who had been on the flagged withdrawal list, said only: —I wasn't aware the response times were this consistent. I'll hold off on any decisions for now. Adam read it twice. Then forwarded it to Melissa without comment. She appeared in his doorway twenty minutes later.

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“Welcome to Silver Bloom Enterprises. How may I assist you?” Cassandra forced a polite smile. “I’m here to inquire about a vehicle registration. It may be connected to your fleet services.” The receptionist’s expression didn’t falter. “Do you have an appointment?” “No, but it’s urgent,” Cassandra emphasized. “It’s related to an ongoing investigation.” The receptionist remained calm, though her eyes betrayed a hint of caution. “One moment, please.” She picked up the phone, speaking softly in a tone Cassandra couldn’t decipher, then nodded. “I’ll need to verify a few details. Please have a seat.”

muttered Zaya, her face covered in sweat because the air conditioning hadn’t been switched on yet. Just as Zaya was about to stretch her back, which was aching from sitting for hours arranging all the shopping, a message popped up on her phone—none other than from Arash himself. [Hello… have you gone to bed yet?] Arash’s greeting in the message instantly brought a clear smile to Zaya’s face. She even immediately lay down on the bed, after closing the window and leaving the curtains open. [Assalamualaikum… I haven’t gone to bed yet, I’ve only just finished.]