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I asked, and couldn't hide the confusion in my voice. Just as she opened her mouth, my phone rang, interrupting our conversation. I took it out and took a glance. It was my personal assistant. I furrowed my brows before sliding the green button. “What!” I shouted. “Good afternoon sir, the CEO of Masscom is here to see you,” she said. “I'm busy right now, the meeting should be rescheduled,” I replied. “I'm afraid they are going back to Dubai in the evening, sir, so basically it's now or never,”

This was unacceptable for me. “He gave us the update that the case had been reported to the police and the one in charge tried to reach out to the men on site but the signal was jammed. The men we sent didn’t want to take any risk and they thought the signal would be restored. It turns out that the signal was jammed by this security company. I did some investigation about them and they are really new…” Mark reported. “Name?” I requested. “ASS. That is the company’s name,” Mark replied. “They are just starting but it is so strange about the trust they have built. Their headquarters itself is gigantic and a huge chunk of money would have been spent to get such a magnificent structure. They mus

~Elizabeth~ "Okay, thank you, I'll make sure Mr Badmus knows." I cut the call and let out a loud sigh. It had been a week after that night. Mr Badmus left for a business trip and would be back by the end of day. So basically, I had a ton of work to do. "Good day, this is B-Corp, how may I help you." I said my usual words to whoever called. "Miss Adeyemi." I recognized the voice immediately.

AMON: “Because I give exc​elle⁠nt m​a‍ssage‍s and make medioc⁠re co​f‌fe‌e?” SARAH: “The cof​fee has imp‌roved. Th⁠e massages‌ remain‍ excellent.⁠” ​[The‍y laugh. Then SA​R​AH’s​ phon‍e ring⁠s. She gro‍ans.] SARAH: “⁠If that’s the co⁠ntractor a⁠gain​—” AMON: “Ignore⁠ it. Doctor’s order‌s, re‍member?”

Sassy said and chuckled softly. "No vacancy. Especially not for you. Leave now." The receptionist said. "I want to hear that from the manager, please let me talk to him." Sassy pleaded and the receptionist ignored her. "Please." She said again. On seeing that the receptionist wasn't ready to give her audience, she reluctantly left. "Okay. Fourth rejection for today. How fantastic!" Sassy said. "Try again. You're never allowed to quit." Sage said. Sassy sighed.

Alysaa spoke to her personal assistant through the phone. Joshan had anticipated her call everyday since she left and he was always ready to deliver. “Yes Miss, although most of the company's representatives were not willing to take me seriously. They wanted to see the owner of the company.” Alyssa sighed, she had expected this but it was not yet time to show her face. “Next time, Joshan, I want you to come as the owner of ALSA VENTURES. Is that okay?” Alyssa stated. “Yes Ma'am. Also there has been a massive progress with the company using our new app. They were able to get a hundred percent boost in customer call back and loyalty.”

His hand was resting lightly on the small of Cassie’s back possessively. "Smile, darling," Cassie whispered through her teeth, waving to the cameras. "You look like you're about to murder someone." "I am accessing threat vectors," Aser grunted, forcing a dazzling smile that didn't reach his eyes. "There are too many visible angles to take a shot. I hate this venue." "It’s perfect," Cassie corrected as she turned to the reporters. "Miss Stone, is it true you're donating your entire bonus to the relief fund?"

Then a message flashes across the screen: “Please contact customer service for assistance.” “Unbelievable,” I say. I look up, forcing a tight smile in the receptionist’s direction as I step away, pretending like it’s nothing more than a minor inconvenience. But inside, I’m boiling. First my card, now this? Today of all days? It’s like the god of shitstorms is out to get me today. My finger jabs the call button, and I wait as the phone rings. Finally, a voice picks up. “Thank you for calling Sky National Bank. This is Sara. How can I help you?”

Feeling bitter for being scolded because of a scammer, the salesperson could only swallow their grievances. Just after hanging up the phone, the store's landline rang again. The sales assistant quickly answered. "Hello?" "Hello, I'm Maisie." Maisie was a well-known figure in this shopping mall, known as the wealthy lady who practically owned the entire jewelry section. "Hello, Ms. Bardot. How can I assist you?" "Is there a Ms. Moody in your store?" "Yes ..." "Charge all her expenses to my account. I want a receipt of all her expenses, and let her take whatever she wants. Just keep the surveillance footage as evidence."

said Kashaan. “Eww, I am not horny,” said Saliha, angrily. “Miss Horny,” said Kashaan, teasing her. She threw another pillow at him. He chuckled. “By the way, who is it?” asked Kashan. She cleared her throat. “No, no one I was talking about this new body massage, it gives me good sensations,” said Saliha. He looked at the massager and then to Saliha and got up muttering something that sounded like ‘girls,’.