Toko Novels & Stories

“You know that the company is planning expansions, right? As part of that, we’re opening a few new outlets spread across Tokyo. The sales model that you had come up with in your previous project seems like it can be adapted to fit our needs. I will mail you the details so that you can work on it. If this sales model works at one of the new outlets, we can look into its further applicability too.” My sales model? “I’d be happy to work on it, Hamada-san, I’ll involve the team as well. I’m sure that they have a lot that they can do to contribute too.” “Okay.” He nodded and asked after a pause. “Are you leaving now?” “I’m almost done with today’s work. I’ll be leaving within the hour.” I replied

I sign at the bottom, and have somewhere to stay. He shows me around the shop next, and teaches me how to operate the cash register. There isn't a stock room. If it isn't on the shelves then it isn't in stock. Most of what's there is prepackaged groceries, candy, chips, soda, beer, liquor, tobacco, magazines and newspapers, along with a few cheap plastic toys. The top shelf of magazines has a lot of front-cover pictures of naked women, with a few naked men for variety. I feel myself blush, and look away.

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. -𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 � ��𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 ☁️ _Toby Adewale james-thompson •••

We got to the store, my eyes widened with different kind of beautiful dresses with different colours and designs hunged for display. The store owner came out to meet us with her head hunged low in respect. "Master Derek please come in" the young woman said. We got in as the lady brought out two chairs and we sat down." Master Derek may I ask what you need" the woman said , she had short blonde hair reaching her shoulders and brown eyes. "Get me your finest dresses for the lady" Derek said and the woman bowed her head as she went to get the dresses. We sat patiently waiting for the woman to return with the dresses, while waiting I thought of Magnus I haven't seen him for a while and I wondere

Tool. Perfect.

There is a high wall circling around the premises with barbed wire at the top. The drive to Chicago takes about an hour. Mr. Falaguerra works on the laptop that he used last night. At one time he answered the phone, but he spoke a forigin language so I couldn’t make out what that was about. I sneak a few glances at his laptop but the words and numbers there make no sense to me. The mall we stop at is not one I have been to before, but that is not surprising at all. Every shop is immaculate and luxurious. Every item looks as if they cost more than my whole wardrobe at home.

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.