What is going on? Evan’s fully hand-made, Italian trousers were glued firmly on the seat. That realization made his face fall, and he quickly called John. “Come here this instant! You have one minute!” he warned.
John was confused, but seeing that Evan had summoned him so sternly, something big must have happened.
He went to the president’s office as soon as possible, and when he arrived, Evan was changing his clothes. “Do you require my assistance, Mr. Seet?”
“Something’s on the seat. See what it is.”
John went to observe the seat closely and noticed it was smeared with a colorless and odorless super glue. How did this get here? John was baffled.
After Evan was done changing and came out of his break room, John gave him a curious look. “How did this get here, Mr. Seet?”
Evan looked at him sharply, his gaze oppressive. Even without saying a word, John could feel the air crushing him, suffocating him. Cold sweat started drenching him, and he realized he asked a redundant question. If Evan knew why it was there, he wouldn’t have sat on it in the first place.
John could imagine how awkward Evan must look like earlier. “I’ll look into this right away, Mr. Seet.”
“I want the report before five.”
John looked at the time. I don’t have much time to work with. “Yes sir.” And then he scurried out like a nervous rat.
But before he could get out, Evan stopped him. John could feel his heart racing, but he still turned back to Evan. The latter was looking at the documents on the table intently as he flipped through them. When he got to the fourth page, Evan hurled the documents at him. “And look into these too!”
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