Smartass Replies Novels & Stories

“Hello, Your Highness. Came to boast? Could’ve given me a call, I’d have retouched my makeup.” “Cut the crap, Asmara.” My voice was harsh, devoid of pity. “We need answers. Now.” “I don’t remember you asking questions.” Asmara flipped her hair behind her shoulder and bent sideways to give me a gleeful smile. “Ah! And how’s your little pet? How did she enjoy her trip to Shadowland? Bring back any souvenirs?” “You psychotic bitch!” I snapped at her, unable to hold on to all the pent up anger. “How dare you?”

The first speaker in the front was already speaking when I received the message again. Miss Sarosa: Tomorrow, Ma'am. Can you at 1 PM? Me: Alright. Will the owner make money or send a representative or secretary? Miss Sarosa: I don't know yet, Ma'am. But maybe it's just Sir's assistant. Me: Okay. Thank you!

Because it meant that I had already locked the other guy out. If he was already in transit, he would not respond. If he was unreachable, escalation would trigger reassignment protocol. I kept my posture composed, though every second stretched thin. Footsteps approached after some minutes and I immediately minimized the interface and stood as the assistant entered the hub. It was Morningstar’s Assistant and seeing her, I tensed. But I tried to hide it. Her gaze swept the room before settling on me. “Moretti.” I stepped forward. “The Senior Strategic Systems Analyst has not responded to compliance verification,” she said evenly. “We cannot delay departure.”

Amber, uncertain but smiling at him as though she hadn’t yet decided whether to trust the ground beneath her feet. Click. The image froze them in that quiet moment. A reminder. Sometimes… things can go right. She lowered the phone and turned. “Ann Marie.” Her assistant appeared almost instantly from the sitting room doorway. “Yes, Madam.” “I need to know everything there is to know about Amber Asher.” A slight pause. “I have the dossier the private investigator delivered,” Ann Marie replied carefully. Madam Sun’s expression did not soften. “I am certain it is not the full truth.” Silence.

-D Cassie’s breath caught. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She typed a quick refusal. Cassie: I’m not interested. Please stop contacting me. She hit send, heart pounding. The reply came almost instantly. Unknown: That’s too bad. I thought you might want to keep these private. A photo loaded below the text. Cassie’s stomach dropped like a stone.

Totally different situation. Still, just to be safe, she sent a message to Assistant Brown. Assistant Brown, I took my employees on a small outing today. Can I use Mr. Damian's card to cover the bill? 'I won't tell him where we're going. He doesn't need to know it's a spa.' The message was marked as read immediately-as always-but the reply came a little slower than usual. Young Master says: "Have a good time, Miss. Do what you want to do."

Waiting to see. if we would answer again. ✨

she asked as I sighed and smiled. "I have to go. I need to report back to my father" I said as she nodded sniffing. "Please stay" she said shocking me. "What?" I asked as she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Your wound is still not fully healed. It will be dangerous" she said as I smiled. "I will be alright. Zylians have a good healing ability than humans" I said as she shook her head. "But you’re still in pain. Even now you’re clenching on your abdomen as though in pain" she said shocking me.

the girl replied in a polite yet firm tone Recollecting how she was not given a slot to meet him till next month and also because Harry may have made it possible, Mahira realised she should not be throwing a tantrum, after all she had nothing to worry as Harry was involved , giving it a thought she promptly agreed “Sheraton Hotel,Thursday 7:30 pm, Ok , Ill be there,” she replied with a smile as she hung up. She immediately fixed a reminder for Wednesday so that it doesn’t slip her mind, it was only Friday and this was about next week, then she got back to work. Manoj entered Tazz's cabin, he was surprised that his boss had returned so early "Sir," "Anything," Tazz asked as he was signing som

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