The Golden Ticket The Office の小説・ストーリー

Serene just nodded as she could understand the life of wealthy people. Sydney lifted her chanel bag which is one of the latest in their collection and searched for a thing inside it. Serene just watched her as she pulled a golden ticket on her large purse. Sydney extend her arm to Serene and handed her the golden ticket. Serene was confused of why her friend was giving her a ticket, but she just take it quietly and studied it. It was a shining golden ticket, a size of a long postal envelope. It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it.

Time to bait. ​I stepped toward the small table near the entrance and took a plain brown envelope that I had prepared earlier. "Something arrived at the front door of my apartment this morning. The sender was anonymous. I didn't dare open it because I was afraid... I was afraid this was a trap for you." ​Mike snatched the envelope from my hand. With a rough movement, he tore into its contents. His forehead wrinkled as he saw the luxurious black plastic card with gold accents inside. ​"An access ticket to The Golden Circle?" Mike hissed, his jaw hardening. "High-end gambling that can only be entered by invitation? I don't have time for things like this, Bella. I'm a businessman, not a low-lif

Closed the door behind. Cheeks flushed. Happy. Overly excited. "Did we get a bonus?" "Even better." He slid a chair across the office. Sat. "We got a new contract offer." My eyes shot up. "What?" A smile formed on my lips. "Hell yeah!" He slapped his palms. "From one of the biggest corporations in the states as well." "No way…" Amused, my eyes widened. "What corporation?" "Goldencub." "No fucking way!" I screamed.

she questioned her, her brow raised at Clara as she scanned through her body. "Not at all" she smiled and gave her the paper which he signed. The receptionists go through it then she turns to face Clara back with a cheerful smile then she says "You must be really lucky he hardly gives his signature out." "Oh...I see," Clara mumbled. "Just follow these stairs you will see a large office that is the only office in that section there is the president of Grand Gold office" "Thank you," She says before following the directions. "She is really lucky" Clara heard her say, making her roll her eyes. What the f*ck is being lucky here, that asshole that almost made her sleep at work last night or savin

the telephone rang and interrupt Mr Derek I picked it,"this is just...." "it me Mr Patrick come to my office now" Mr Patrick said and end the call "What wrong?" Mr Derek ask,"don't know" I said with a shrug,on getting to Mr Patrick office all members of just law firm are present I look at Mr Derek wondering what wrong,"yesterday an evidence or should I say a gold bar got missing it was left inside my drawer here " Mr Patrick stated pointing to his desk "am willing to let it go if the culprit confess,"the office was dead silent for some minutes,before Mr Patrick said

She followed beyond Mr Peter through a series of doors and stairs till they got to one that had a gold plated” Office” boldly written on it. The old man stopped at the door and said to her above whispered,“ this is the office ma’am. Good luck”. Alice nodded fainting and said, “please call me Alice and thanks for everything”, in a quiet timid voice. She had a lot running through her, without her mind being focus on Mr. Peter she missed the slight node of head from him.

Fans still find a way to make him uncomfortable. Gold just learned how to deal with it. He usually just stays at Healing Entertainment to avoid his crazy fans. It's better that way because again, employees treat him like he's literally gold. As soon as he enters the company, Harry would immediately bombard him with his busy schedule for the day, another employee would also be handing him his favorite coffee, the other one would ask if he is experiencing some kind of discomfort or problems. Gold needs to discuss whatever's bugging him so that the staffs can fix it immediately.

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

“Oh, right. I invited a few people from Golden Studios. I heard they all have pretty high positions.” “They also have a bit of influence in Golden Sands’ film industry.” “Since Golden Sands Bank is backing them up, they should be able to handle things here.” “Hopefully, the people there can land me the role.” “I prepared a huge gift for them, after all!” Xynthia proudly revealed her gift. Harvey was speechless to see it—they were souvenirs from Film City. It’d be odd if someone was actually interested in such a thing. ‘It’d be better if you got some gold bars instead…’

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s