The Golden Ticket The Office Mga Nobela at Kwento

Especially at two in the afternoon and eight at night. Right now, the company entrance was packed with spectators. Employees were everywhere, watching the drama unfold. What might Amanda and Connor be doing at a time like this? It was hardly a difficult mystery to solve. A hesitant voice suddenly came from somewhere in the crowd. "Isn't that Ms. Sutton's office? I think someone's inside…" Then someone shouted. "Holy shit! They're actually doing it!" "Isn't that Connor, who was crying miserably just now? He's got plenty of stamina, that's for sure."

This was the foundation of Vance Enterprises—functional, cold, and inescapable. Fuhad stopped in front of a heavy, solid-core steel door at the very end of the hall. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a matte-black keycard, and tapped it against the electronic scanner. A high-pitched beep echoed through the corridor, and the heavy bolt retracted with a loud, metallic thud.

I deserved better than this. … When Melissa saw me, she had none of the arrogant attitude from the phone call just now. She poured me a cup of coffee and timidly retreated to Yves' office. I glanced at the necklace around her neck. It was indeed beautiful. Golding Corp's CEO's office felt more like a child's playhouse than an office. Every inch was adorned with red and green decorations. Even the Christmas decorations in malls couldn't compare to the ones in his office. The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face.

She went to the guards by the door, then stretched her invitation to him. "It's true! She got a golden card." Someone from the newscaster shouted, and the camera lights that followed that shout almost blinded Claire. They all wanted to capture the card with her, hence, causing disorderliness. The guys moved closer and shielded Claire, to protect her from any physical touch. The authenticity of the card was checked and Claire was let inside. Saving them from more chaos. "Why were they pushy over a gold card?" Claire asked Finn. "A gold card is for the CEO's partners as I told you before, and silver is for those who buy the invitation."

I didn't want to question her or make her relieve her bad past but her words sounded unbelievable. "I never knew you went through a lot sis, I'm truly sorry. As for Stacey, I recently met her at the hotel I'm in, and I kind of felt like she wasn't lying." I said softly. "That's what golddiggers do, they trick and lie. That lady is a professional gold digger who can easily manipulate you, so avoid her at all cost and stay away from her." she said. "Okay, thank you for making things clear to me. I will talk to you later, I love you." I whispered.

The golden doors automatically slid open for them as they approached. The interior of the diner looked very homey. Couches and tables made up the reception, several famous celebrities were sitting in wait drinking champagne and eating all sort. Rowan led them to the reception desk and slid a golden ticket towards the receptionist. “Mr Rowan and Miss Vivian. Room 97. Enjoy your stay.” The female receptionist cut the ticket at the top and gave them a golden pass card. “Please follow me.” A red-haired female usher said and led them into an elevator.

“You walked into that office and didn’t see a billionaire. You saw a man in need even though you were also in need. You weren't exactly desperate even though the situation called for it.” She met his eyes. “You’re right. I did see a man in need. But you didn’t say what kind of need it was. And honestly? I’m still figuring that out.” His eyes flickered, something unreadable passing through them. For a second, she thought he might leave. Instead, he stepped forward, dipped his hand into his pocket, and placed a small card between them on the counter. It was a Gold card. She frowned. “What’s this?”

" Jordan is one of Silvério's great loyalists. - He whispers in surprise. I look at it, laughing softly. — And I'm the wife of his boss and Silvério. She laughs and shakes me excitedly, making me laugh. A few minutes passed and our cards were handed over. Golden Cards. As much as the color is a glossy black with gray letters. The biggest card, I suppose, which unlocks everything and then some. Before we left, we left our signatures on the signers' document, and then we went back.

"Look at the time stamp. Exactly 20 minutes after you ordered the waitress to be released." I looked down at the screen. The high-definition footage showed the empty hallway right outside my office door. Then, a small, golden flash appeared on the camera. It was the golden wolf pup. The pup trotted toward my office door. It didn't struggle, and it didn’t hesitate. It stood on its hind legs, jumped, and looked directly into the high-security biometric scanner. The heavy metal doors clicked open. The pup slipped inside, and a few seconds later, it ran out with my black leather wallet firmly gripped in its tiny teeth.

My family was going on a beach trip for summer. My mother came up with the whole itinerary two weeks earlier. My father booked a room with a view of the sea. My brother picked the surfboards, while my sister went with the dresses for socials. I was helping them pack up the night before the trip when I saw the tickets on the coffee table. There were only four of them, and they were for my father, mother, brother, and sister. They didn't get one for me. My mother saw me, and she froze. "Oh, I forgot all about you." My brother didn't even look up. "She can just stay at home." My sister said quietly, "Maybe I shouldn't go, then?" My mother quickly took her side. "No. You've been looking for