At 9:25 Monday morning, the Cent Advertising team leader pulled out a cotton lingerie to clean his face in place of a handkerchief. According to reports, this lingerie has assistant director Ifanga's name on it. As such, It is Director Ikanke's pant. Don't be too shocked. This is but a normal working day in the Utang Business centre. At the heart of Enam City sits a building between four tall towers. Its floors play home to several medium size companies trying to gain a foothold in Enam city as scandal, intrigue and drama mould the ever-serious white-collar workers into the pettiest, gossiping and groundnut-eating corporate shirt owners in the city; The intrigue of this building, keeps work delicious every day, making those who stop for a second unable to look away. The author was on her way to buy a frying pan, but she has still not returned.
If one drives through Enam City right to its very core, they would find four tall towers peering through the clouds many have come to call the four watch towers, when they are in fact the headquarters of Enam city's four giant companies. Between these towers, sits a much shorter building. By normal standards, this was a very tall skyscraper, if not compared to these towers. This was the Utang business centre. Its shiny glass body mirroring whatever clouds the four watch towers had left over, It was the home of several companies and firms that rented its forty-six floors.
On the sixth floor sat the Marketing division of the food and beverage company, Wong-de, where a meeting just concluded between the marketing division one of Wong-de and team two representatives of Cent Advertising from the second floor. The second meeting room doors opened and both sides shook hands and dispersed. The serious blank working faces of the marketing team followed them to their seats. Like minions that had received their commands, they all logged unto the company's main forum and unleash their inner groundnut-eating demons.
[You would not believe what happened at the marketing meeting today. Cent Ad's team two leader pulled out a cotton lingerie to clean his face today.] Nobody's grandmother posted on the company forum.
[How did you know it was cotton?] Downstairs Jane asked.
[People, be civilized; what is lingerie? It is called pant!] Aunty Josephine lectured.
[If you were sitting from my angle, you would see a name printed on the little pant.] Melon peeling mike answered.
[Who prints names on their pant?] Early Morning drum asked.
[Many people do it these days. If you buy from Eja lingerie, they will print it for you.] Yester-Friday's chewing gum answered.
[How do you know, was it your pant?] Groundnut vendor asked.
[It was Marketing Director Ikanke's pant.] Choir Master Ben announced.
[Ah, Choir Master Ben, your eyes are sharp. In the time he spread the pant to clean his face, you saw Director Ikanke's name. I should invite you to lunch, maybe you will be able to see what Mrs Emem is always doing inside Barrister Etuk's car every 1 pm.] Madam First Lady pitched in.
[Please, who spread whose pant?] Village Pastor asked.
[Assistant director Ifanga's name was on the pant. -Rolling Eyes emoji-] Choir Master Ben answered.
[It is true. When Cent Ad's Team Leader Afim pulled out the Lingerie, Assistant Director Ifanga's face looked like yesterday's beans. keke] Sister Mary said.
[I will not correct you guys again, It is not lingerie, it is called pant!] Aunty Josephine chimed in.
[So his name is on the pant means that it is Director Ikanke's own? You guys are wonderful; you can even cook melon soup without melon. -Mischief Emoji-] Early Morning Bread said.
[Marketing Director Ikanke is Assistant marketing Director Ifanga's wife. How can he not recognize his own wife's pant?] The book of John asked.
[Can you recognize your own?] Downstairs Jane asked.
[It could be his Secretary, Lizzy's pant, I hear she is very loyal.] Yester-Friday's Chewing gum said.
[Please, Madam upstairs, stretch this story within reason, we are only dealing with facts here.] Melon Peeling Mike said.
[It was Director Ikanke's Pant, she was not wearing the pant in the meeting.] Choir Master Ben said. (Choir Master Ben has changed his username to Town Crier Ben.)
[I am lost. What is this about pant?] Passing Judgement asked.
[This amount of knowledge is shaking my core. If this Ben is in my department, I am not safe. -Running Emoji-] Early Morning drum said.
[You even know this?] Groundnut Vendor asked.
['Clearing throat' Choir Master Ben... No, Town Crier Ben, please explain in clear and definite terms how your eyes descended on the Director Ikanke's Pantless behind.] Aunty Josephine said.
[Please please, people. Director Ikanke with her flowing skirt sat as she pleased at the meeting. Since I am not the only one who went under the desk to pick up the binders during the meeting, I am not the only one that saw what I saw.] Town Crier Ben said.
[I saw what I saw.] Sleeping lily added.
[I saw what I saw.] Backyard goat added.
[So, Director Ikanke was not wearing any Lingerie...I mean pant. Sorry Aunty Josephine; and Cent Ad team leader pulled a pant with her husband's name during the meeting to clean his face. We now understand the context. Then how did the pant leave her behind and enter his pocket, Marketing team?] Early Morning Bread asked.
[So, you are asking us, so that we ask who?] Nobody's grandmother asked.
[Don't lag behind, last week when secretary Ima missed work for the first time since she entered the company, the witches on the seventh floor found out her location after she had been kidnapped that morning, found her kidnappers, where they were keeping her and why they kidnapped her in one afternoon. Your matter is only a case of Director Ikanke's pant. Please do some work.] Plantain Porridge said.
[So you think witchcraft is practised by the entire company? Why don't you divine for us, how the pant got in his pocket? We will contribute and pay you for this service.] Melon Peeling Mike said.
[Town Crier Ben, that knows all things, please help this investigation.] Melon Soup chimed in.
[Official Notice!
Due to the disturbing amount of gossip circulating at the moment, the forum has been locked. By company directive, discussion in the forum is no more allowed as it will henceforth only exist to announce company directives and official news.
Signed, management.]
The locking of the company forum caused many to raise brows. After all, it was not the first time that such damning gossip has circulated via this glorious medium. What made this time special?
"I knew this would happen. Why would people be talking about seeing a person's privates so easily?" a woman in the marketing department said. Maybe because she spoke loudly, or the office was already quite quiet, her voice echoed across the glass.
Ah, modernity. Gone were the times when people could laugh when someone fell. Gender, age and race mattered to how high the pitch of your laughter could go. And even if a people refused to acknowledge the times, there would still be those perched upon the high shoulders of morality. But these glorious white-collar workers were not the ones that caused her fall, why would they allow themselves to be mocked for laughing?
"Maybe it was her pant." someone muttered while flipping through a pile of papers.
"I see." the rest muttered in response and continued typing away.
(Hi guys, it is the author here. This is a little story I am tinkering but I am not sure how it will be received. Please tell me what you think.)
Trying to avoid her stalker neighbour, Kim Hana ends up running errands late as a sudden unexplained phenomenon traps her and the CEO of her new job, Kang Seo Joon in a transverse plane to be contract killers. Struggling to keep their life private from their colleagues while pretending to be husband and wife in the transverse plane, they rely on each other to get out of the situation they suddenly found themselves in, no matter the cost.
You are about to read the accounts of Lucy Torgenn of Wickshire and the millions of bodies burned as a backdrop to her rage. Lucy Wickshire is a little girl hell-bent to put the realms beneath her so they do not harm her as well as make them pay for killing her mother. Her actions set into motion wheels that turn on command as though touched by the will of a god. As she discovers more of who she is, she drags all who follow her to uncertain fate. a stable boy turned duke, bound to her by a tight string of loyalty her cannot unravel since he first met her; The princess he marries, obsessed with keeping her marriage intact; Her ancient clans, worn down by Lucy Wickshire till they surrender and her childhood friend, propped on the throne to become king of the world and lead her army; His queen, the sister of the stable boy who became Lucy Wickshire's general. A string too far knotted to untie.
Ed is from the physical plane, a locked plane. On a quest to repay a debt, he was tricked into a place called the mist by the very person who gave him the quest. Now trapped in the mist, he travels with a witch, a god and the longest-living mortal he had mistakenly dragged with him from the physical plane to find out who he is to be hunted by the realm of gods and reach the realm of god eater to be able to return home. "Ya! Old pervert! I heard you have a disciple. Which training ground did you send him?" "it's definitely a ground.. An execution ground!" "old pervert. Your disciple is about to break through? what kind of pill do you want me to concoct for him?" "a good pill! His tribulation lightening, If possible, let's make it stay a few more days." "old pervert. Your disciple needs more tribulation lightening?" "don't bother! Tribulation lightening refuses to come no matter what unheavenly act we commit! Say, old Iba! I heard you got some demon fire, lend it to me to test it on him. If it's original, I'll return it."
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
I am the most talented doctor, the genius artist, the most famous jeweler designer, and I am going to be the richest one, making Conor, the king of a super powerful family, lose his crown… Conor was hunt down me for six years because I raped him. No, because he raped me. It didn't matter anyway. Since be selling by my father, I was gonna be Conor's fake wife. The noble people thought I would be a disgrace to their family since I was the mentally handicapped. What fuck! When I was going to be gotten rid of as rubbish, a baby boy showed up and called me mom. Conor gaped at baby boy since the baby boy just looked like child version of him. Conor sheathed in my body, moaning, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, sweetheart.” I blinked, grinning, “Our baby girl also misses her daddy.” Conor, "…"
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...