What is going on? Evanâs fully hand-made, Italian trousers were glued firmly on the seat. That realization made his face fall, and he quickly called John. âCome here this instant! You have one minute!â he warned.
John was confused, but seeing that Evan had summoned him so sternly, something big must have happened.
He went to the presidentâs office as soon as possible, and when he arrived, Evan was changing his clothes. âDo you require my assistance, Mr. Seet?â
âSomethingâs on the seat. See what it is.â
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. âHow did this get here, Mr. Seet?â
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 wouldnât have sat on it in the first place.
John could imagine how awkward Evan must look like earlier. âIâll look into this right away, Mr. Seet.â
âI want the report before five.â
John looked at the time. I donât have much time to work with. âYes sir.â 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. âAnd look into these too!â
The papers flew everywhere, making a mess out of the floor. John went to pick them up and looked through them. Somethingâs on these papers. Oh, theyâre comic characters. They seemed to be looking down on something with their unnaturally huge eyes. Whatâs this? theyâre making a sexy duck-lip pose?
Then he saw another shocking drawing. Wait a minute! This is Mr. Seet! But heâs drawn all bruised and crying! Oh god, who did this? A shiver ran down his spine, and John didnât look at the papers anymore. After picking all of them up, he escaped the room.
Oh no. If I canât get to the bottom of this, Mr. Seetâs gonna kill me! Which idiot pulled this prank? They just have to make my life hard, donât they?
Back at Evanâs office. When he was about to drink from his glass, he was reminded of denatonium benzoateâs taste, and he smashed his glass against the ground.
The companyâs network got hacked, my office is infiltrated, and they left prank after prank here. Evan could feel his pride being challenged, and his face fell. No matter who the prankster was, he would teach them a lesson once they were found out.
It took John a while, but finally, he came back with the results fifteen minutes before five. He was already wheezing, but he managed to convey the report.
âShe did all these?â
âYes. Itâs the little girl you brought here. She told the receptionist you ordered the coffee and wanted me to take it to you. The camera caught her entering your office, and after she left the company, sheâs hiding in this place.â
John sent the footage to Evanâs computer. It showed the girl hiding in the parking lotâs corner while removing her makeup. When she was done, the girl left like she owned the place
Wait, she looks exactly like Nicole. Nicole had two daughters who looked exactly like her. One of them was chubby, but this prankster was the skinny one.
Evan recalled back to the first time he found Nicole in Parkland Garden. Her daughter had looked up at him angrily like he killed her family. âIâm not scared of him, mom!â she declared.
Now that he thought of it, Evan postulated that Nicole must have sent her daughter to sabotage him after her failed attempt last time.