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."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.