The First Shocker
“How dare you stain my sleeves and tuxedo?” he barked and started squeezing out of them. “I need a replacement. They are worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

Jamole shut his eyes while his arm remained on his chin.

“If only Susan Pablo had listened we wouldn’t have employed this embodiment of poverty whose cooperate life is not close to middling!” Stella bit out. . “I wonder who invited this kitten to Swan Real Estate. He should have remained at the Municipal Post Office!” her voice rang out.

Roger was red on the face, and was done taking off his sleeves and tuxedo. Angry, he tossed them on the face of Jamole.

“I am sure your generation has not worn sleeves and tuxedo before. The opportunity to wear them has come but not without a replacement.” He stretched his briefcase and took out a new pack of shirt and squeezed into it. “I need a replacement in less than forty eight hours! If I don’t get them, be prepared to lose your job.”

Jamole wasn’t done nursing his chin and this time
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