Once I disembarked, I had the notion, “I won’t go!” Are you kidding? The consumption there is on a whole other scale. It’s out of my price range.
point of view of Sean Matthews
After the conclusion of the meeting, I headed to my workplace.
I was taken aback when Bruce Scott opened the office door and pushed it open.
Bruce Scott glanced around and was completely taken aback.
The office is in a disorganized state. It’s like being robbed.
Doris and Debbie are two happy children that are running after each other. Dylan dangled from the back of the couch as he lay on top of a mound of paperwork that were strewn over the floor and were kicked in every direction. Dora pretended the stick was a fairy stick and referred to herself as a witch, all the while Duke was doodling with a pen while sitting in Sean Matthews’ seat. As he saw Sean Matthews come in, he instantly lifted the paper that he was holding in his hand and said, “Dad, I helped you with your job!”
I approached the table and grabbed the document from it. My countenance became more gloomy as I saw that the sorted data had been drawn in a jumbled mess!
“Oh my goodness, what a lively sight!”
When Bruce Scott made that statement, I gave him a stern look in response.
After laughing at the situation, Bruce Scott crouched down to pick up the scattered papers that had fallen to the ground.
I immediately reached down and lifted the children onto my lap. “Do not move anything in the office,” the boss instructed.
“Move, move, move!”
Duke was fluttering.
I formed a frown. “Who sent you here?”
Debbie sprinted up to me, wrapped her arms around my legs, and brought her face to mine. “Dad, we want to come by ourselves!” everyone yelled at once.
Duke pulled away from me, knocked himself out on the table, and then got up and walked away.
Grab Bruce Scott’s back and climb up, “play with us!”
“What game does the Master want to play?” asked Bruce Scott.
“Confront the beasts!”
Bruce Scott was given a pinch on the cheek by Duke. “Be perfectly still!”
As I glanced around the workplace and saw how disorganized everything was, I got a headache. “What the devil are you trying to accomplish by being here?”
Dora came running up here and positioned herself in front of me. “Dad, we’re seeking for mom, dad brings us to mom!” “Dad, we’re looking for mum!”
Duke, who was participating in the activity, lost his wits and rushed up to me “Dad, search for mum! If you can’t find your mother, you shouldn’t go back home.”
I cast a quick glance in its direction, wondering what the danger was.
Doris and Debbie, the last Dylan, also gathered around and looked for their mother with bright eyes.
After I was done, my eyes had altered, and the feeling that I had just forced myself to suppress had subsided.
When we were both seated on the couch, Bruce Scott voiced his thoughts on the agenda for the meeting, and I listened carefully to them.
The remaining children are keeping a very low profile. In any case, their father will eventually bring children to their mother.
Duke is “pointing fingers” and holding a box of milk while saying, “draw like this!” as Dylan is sketching with a pen while playing and eating.
After then, he drank a little bit of the milk that was in his palm. That was such a nice thing.
“No, it’s not like that!”
Duke became ecstatic and pressed his little palm on the milk box as he did so.
I watched as the milk within the straw rushed out in an arc when it was removed.
The conversation between Bruce Scott and the other person became obstructed there.
Milk has gotten all over my clothes, including my face, suit, and pants.
I was experiencing a headache as I glanced at Duke.
Duke gazed at me and his milk. “Huh?”
The viewpoint of Donna Davis
When I arrived at work for the first time, my manager immediately took care of me. When the client arrived, she prevented me from personally greeting him in a kind manner. Instead, she requested my presence to observe. She physically showed how to smile and meet the client, how to propose things to the customer, and how to defend herself from the man’s silly words while still being able to sell the goods.
After making a number of observations, the one thing that sticks out in my mind the most is that the profession of selling adult items is not an easy one. I can see that the lady can manage those guys with ease and laugh while doing so, yet once a client attempts to take advantage of her, the woman can fix the situation, and she won’t actually suffer a loss from it. I have a higher level of respect for her because of this, and I take my work more seriously. It seems that I am aware of the possibility that I may get more than my income here. In addition, there are many helpful things that I can pick up.
I get on the subway and go home.
I pulled the key out of my pocket to unlock the door, and then I opened it-
“Mom!”
“Mom!”
“Mom!”
“Mom!”
“Mom!”
The shocking feeling of having five little balls adhered to my legs caused me to blink in disbelief.
This well-known sight is not intended to amaze me, is it?
“Mom, we can’t wait for you to get here!”
Duke let out a yell.
“Hurry up and wait for your mother to get home!”
Dora added.
“Mom!”
Doris.
“Mom…” Debbie.
“… mom!”
The young face of Dylan is flushed with crimson.
Their cry caught everyone off guard at that very moment.
But, did they arrive by car?
After all, Bobby Matthews was previously transported to the location by the driver.
As I glanced up, I noticed Sean Matthews, the tall and powerful guy who was seated inside on the couch.
What’s the deal with the kids bringing seans?
I really want to get in, but the kids are clinging onto my legs and making it difficult for me to move.