"Carmen, just in the nick of time, this gentleman here is interested in purchasing a house," Adella directs to Marcel.Carmen turned and her surprised facial expression shone when Adella made mention of a client changed. She was not wrong at all, she was awed on hearing Adella referring a customer to her because it is definitely unlike her for she would rather give them to every other agent in the company but on seeing the man before her she knew that she was just making a joke of her.On turning to look at Adella she saw her mocking and annoying smile but she maintained her cool."Hello," Carmen greeted politely as she extended her hand for a handshake with Marcel.Philip had already found a client whom he deemed suitable, leaving Marcel to be handled by Carmen, his colleague.Marcel never believed that someone can be more beautiful and delicate-looking than Maria Claire from Pennington Hotel, well he he is witnessing another twist of rare beauty in no other person but Carmen Hayes.
"No, sir, he desires a house, specifically an A-list house," she responded cheerfully, disregarding the commotion in the room."Is she kidding? Is this the type of staff you employ here?" Maldini asked, disappointment etched on his face."I want the Olympus, and here is my card for payment," Marcell asserted arrogantly, ignoring the chilly reception he received."What insolence! Who is this individual?!" Maldini shouted. The same building he was about to purchase is about to be taken by a nobody."I don't know, sir, but I believe he is just bluffing," Philip replied, lacking confidence in his response.He simply couldn't believe it: a person from the lower-class making such an audacious move."Calm down, gentlemen," Picasso, who was astonished by the unfolding events, interjected."Gentleman, we appreciate your interest, but Maldini here was the first to express interest in the building, so it will be his," Picasso declared."Yes, you are late," Philip yelled unconsciously."Yes, you
Marcel was astounded as he witnessed his posts accumulating one thousand likes in just twenty minutes. It was truly astonishing for him, considering his lack of presence on social media. Such a high level of activity in such a short amount of time could potentially be considered for the Guinness World Records.However, the comments left on his posts were mostly negative and provoked strong emotional reactions. Many questioned his intelligence, accusing him of theft and impersonation.One commenter, Tony@ni, sarcastically commented, "Common boy, is this what you're reduced to now?" Another user, Jera@veb, comments saying "that Marcel had edited himself into his dream. Koside@ye remarked, "Hey, got yourself some nice job up there." Paulis humorously suggested, "Allow the church rat to have today."Lance questioned, "What is your poor self doing up there in Olympus?" Fave commented, "Santa Cruz, this dude has just succeeded in bringing down your building's worth."Despite the negativ
NoIt was a well-formulated inquiry, lacking any vague implications or nuances. It was concise and direct. Marcel was taken aback, finding himself being mentioned on a platform he greatly admired. At the moment, Marcel was completely clueless as he contemplated the potential multitude of negative responses Choley would likely choose. He sat in his living room, positioned comfortably on his sofa, with the air conditioner functioning optimally. However, he still felt stifled and tense. The sweet orange juice before him suddenly tasted bitter. His physical well-being was no longer in a good state. "Marcel,… really? Are you guys joking with me at this moment? Who would even associate themselves with that despicable person, let alone engage in a cordial sexual relationship with... that, that disgraceful individual," Choley retorts with complete apprehension. "So, who is he to you then?" Mave asks once again, sporting an unwavering expression, disregarding the disheveled appearance of Cho
It was apparent on various electronic devices equipped with internet connectivity and data reading capabilities, a conspicuous and opulent notification emerged, informing all individuals that a user named Smug had accomplished a historic feat exclusively on the esteemed platform known as "The Bees." This momentous update rapidly propagated throughout the network within a matter of seconds, reminiscent of a swiftly swirling whirlwind. Much like obedient sheep following their shepherd, a significant majority of users on the Desperate Chicks platform promptly migrated to the Bees platform. This transition occurred in less than a minute, leaving everyone consumed with curiosity and eager to verify the feasibility of such a remarkable accomplishment achieved by an unfamiliar and unsung user.""After approximately ten minutes, the Desperate Chicks platform witnessed a significant decrease in their viewership, dwindling to a meager one hundred thousand viewers compared to the previous millio
Smug [Hey, what can I do for you?]Marcel finally replies after long minutes of silence. It was the only text that he replied among the numerous piles of texts on his handle.Jenner on the other hand was quite relieved by Marcel's reply. The date must come to pass, for her it was largely on business purpose hence she will treat it as a business trip or event. Marcel's compliance would go a long way in helping her sudden rejuvenated platform.Jenner Dicker@Bee [Sir, please I want to thank you for your kindness and support today. Please can you do me the favor of knowing your name]Smug [My name, that, I want to keep a secret at least for now, just know me as Smug]JennerDicker@Bee [ok sir, please when will be free? I will like you to take me out for a date]This text came after long minutes of thought. She tried very hard, in the best way possible, to relate her wish to Marcel without sounding awkward and stupid. Sadly she just sounded like one. Marcel laughed out so loud, eno
Marcel departed from the estate and promptly hailed a taxi to attend school. Due to unforeseen circumstances, he was running behind schedule and arrived after the commencement of class."Mr Audrey, traffic or late alarm bell?" The gentle looking lecturer asks Marcel as he attempts to sneaks into the classroom"Neither ma" He replies as he takes his favorite position "Curious, the lecturer asks, 'Then what was the reason for your tardiness?'" "It is a rather lengthy story, ma'am,I apologize for my inadequacy"Smiling, she remarks, "Indeed, it seems so."The class erupts in laughter, causing Marcel to smile despite being aware of the reason behind their amusement. He overhears them discussing the events that occurred on the Desperate Chicks platform.Attempting to restore order, Mrs. Nancy insists, "Please, everyone, quiet down!" She is aware that the sudden disruption was related to Choley's activities the previous night. She remembers feeling sympathy for Marcel, the unfortunate bo
"Watch it boy!" A cab driver yells from his car as he nearly bumped into a twenty-two years old boy who is riding a bicycle. The boy appears very good and skillful with the bike, so good that he should be in a bike racing competition.Behind and in front of his bikes were some old and rusty looking equipments, one could tell from his uniform that he is a maintenance guy under the famous company, "Alaska Runies" which was bodily written on the back of his stained blue coloured outfit. He swerves himself in between cars infuriating the drivers who always yells continuously. In the busy road of New York, every morning this lad always poses a menace to drivers and road officers.In all this he drives the bike so happily like a kid who was gifted a Christmas gift from Santa himself. On reaching the less busy street of New York, Texas street where the well do individuals inhabit he slowed down as he joyfully greets some familiar passersby who often ignored him. He was conspicuously elated,