Smartass Replies Novels & Stories

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.]

“Uh, can you answer my question first?” “Sure, Mr. Davis.” “Are you also connected with the Marquis Company?” The woman was silent for two seconds. “The Marquis Company? No, sir. We are Starlight Tech Corporation and he mostly handles services for our clients. Also, we have a PR team tech that specializes in tracking important matters. I can discuss it with you one-on-one.” “Sure, can you tell me the address, since I did not receive any emails.” “Of course, Mr. Davis.”

All I saw was a man who had built everything— Except the one thing that mattered. My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again. Then again. Relentless. Just like everything else lately. I picked it up with a quiet exhale. My assistant. “Sir,” she said, her voice tight, “you need to see this.” “What is it?” “There’s a new release from Miss Ashford’s company.” My chest tightened. “Send it.” A second later, my screen lit up. Press statement.

My phone buzzed suddenly on the table. I picked it up absentmindedly, a message from Saida. ‘I have done everything you asked. It’s for the best if we leave. Reconsider my offer.’ My expression darkened immediately, Allison noticed. “You okay?” she asked softly. I looked up quickly and forced a smile. “Fine.” She studied me quietly for a second, even without her memories, she still read me too easily. I hated that, and loved it too much. So I reached for my wine glass instead.

The interview played itself. "Mr. Smith"s cell phone is so smart." Cassie smiled happily, "How do you feel about my answer?"

‘I want to give my MILF the full-body massage she deserves to get you nice and relaxed for afterwards. She sent me back an eggplant emoji, a peach emoji, a water spray emoji and a drooling emoji. I sent her back my address, followed by a heart emoji and a peach emoji. Later, as the day was coming to a close, I sent Marissa a message asking if she wanted another massage after work since I had time to stay late. ‘God, yes please, ’ she sent back.

"What problem is it again?" "Hi boss, I think everything has been taken care of. I don't know how, but the sales charts and orders are already coming back to normal with even more orders coming in. Everyone that canceled their scheduled meeting wants to reschedule. And also, two other magazine companies apart from RADAAR, want to feature our brand on a page in their magazine," Cassey called Ava to inform her of the most shocking news that she received minutes ago, which was still so difficult for her to believe even as she spoke to Ava.