Timmy Passions の小説・ストーリー

"Anyway, you have to go to Timmy's party this weekend." "Who is Timmy?" I asked, frowning. "I'm not in the mood for socializing." "Timothy Walker, silly." "And what about him?" "I keep telling you to establish a close-knit relationship with that man because he's a huge client. Wolfgang is the main software tech company running their laptops and wearable device production for them, yet you have never honored his invitation. It's quite disrespectful, you know." "I don't have to be friends with him. He pays me for my services. But you're right in a way. I'll honor the invitation. Breeze in and out,” I said not in the least interested about this.

he yelled excitedly. “Sure, son,” Caspian replied with a smile. Timmy kept talking the whole drive. He told us about school, and how the other children were amazed at him. “I have a new friend. She's really pretty and I like her hair,” he said, making us chuckle. I can see him being flocked by girls in the future. I guess it's the genes. He sure got it from his father. Caspian’s lips stretched into a smile as he continued to drive. Not long after, the car stopped in front of famous fast food in the City.

he asked, confused. "Because I said so, that's my decision. Don't ask about the reason why." Russell dismissed his assistant's inquiries. "Copy, boss. I'll make a detailed plan for the project called The Pleasure Club 101." Timothy's eyes shimmered with excitement. Silence engulfed the room as they continued eating their delicious meals. After a while, a question was formed in Timothy's mind. "Boss, can I ask you a question?" he said. Russell nodded his head. "Bring it on. What is it?"

All of a sudden, the conference room suddenly went into a riot. I looked up and saw my striptease video playing on the big screen. "Sorry, wrong file. This is my actual presentation!" Timmy said as he feigned panic. However, no one was paying attention to Timmy anymore. They all kept their heads down and whispered among themselves. "I didn't expect him to be so proper on the outside but to be shameless enough to do something like this in private!" "I bet someone is keeping him as a sugar baby, or he's working as a gigolo. Who knew he had this in him?"

Tim could not have foreseen something like this happening at all. "Jenny..." —Tim just stopped talking here. In point of fact, he wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not, but he couldn't figure out why his throat was choking him. He wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not. Tim used to assume a different persona, known as Tommy, more frequently than anyone else. Since he has personal experience with the reasons why a person might not want other people to know their identity, he is aware of the reasons why it would not be practical in this situation to ask Jenny directly about her plans to inquire about everything through Miss White.