ToddHub_The Real Recipe_Papa Petey's Pizza Place_"The Unspeakable Consequence Of Thoughtles
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ToddHub
STEWART HOBBS“Dania, meet Nelson Maduka. Nelson, Dania Alozie.”They exchanged quick glances, shook hands and turned to look at Stewart whose gleam seemed to calm their nerves. “You’ll be working in Nelson’s department, and I trust everything will turn out just fine.”Nelson spoke first. “Thank you, Stewart.”“Thank you, Mr Hobbs.”“No, thank the both of you for the accomplishments that await us.”Stewart Hobbs had bagged the top youngest Marketing Executive in West Africa on his team. She had turned down several better deals with numerous benefits and took his. It was as if she was waiting for hi...
The Real Recipe
“Are you ready for this?” Sarah positioned a stool by the counter and motioned for eight-year-old Isa to hop on. “Affirmative mum,” Isa added her quirky three-finger salute as she took her seat, raised her eyebrows and smiled.“Do we have everything we need?” Sarah listed ingredients counting each one off with an extended finger. Each time Isa nodded decidedly with the obligatory “Yep.” Sarah turned the oven on to preheat, smiled at Isa and studied the ingredients. “We’ve proven that your Nanna is of no help with this, baking is just not her thing.”“Cooking isn’t either,” Isa covered her mout...
Papa Petey's Pizza Place
“Yes, Mom. I’ll be there. I’m excited to see you, too! Yeah. Alright, Mom. I will. Love you, too. Goodbye.” Ari hung up the phone with a sigh. “Jon, we’re meeting my mother for dinner, alright? At the new pizza place in town.”“Alright, honey,” Jon said, giving Ari a kiss on the forehead. “Have you told her yet?”“Not yet,” Ari responded. “I can’t bring myself to do it.”“You’ll have to at some point, dear.” Jon lectured. “I know, Jon. But not tonight. Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight. Come on, I’ll drive.” The couple made their way to their red car. Ari popped the keys in the ignition and sta...
"The Unspeakable Consequence Of Thoughtless Chatter" : An LMP Green Tale
Sam entered his cubicle. He stretched and took a sip of his fresh coffee. The graveyard shift; his personal favourite. Sam was always excited by the prospect of meeting the challenge of whatever will happen in the dead of the night. The fact that the city was always unpredictable, made his blood pressure rise up a notch. He flopped down happily into his comfy chair. His present vocation was the opposite of his last job; nonetheless they were intricately connected. Back then, his thoughts when entering those overcrowded unhappy offices was inevitably; another day, another shitty cold call; anot...