Summer Fling Kinda

It had been a long and tiring day, much like any other Friday. I had a multitude of clients to

attend to and was relieved when the last one finally left. My stomach was growling, and I had

been checking my gold watch every few minutes, eagerly awaiting the closing time. When it

finally arrived, I quickly turned off my office's air conditioning and quickly made my exit.

As I passed through the secretariat, I noticed the secretary diligently typing away. She might

have been so engrossed in her work that she lost track of time. When she saw me passing, she

inquired about my departure.

"Sir, are you leaving already?" she asked.

"As you can see," I replied.

"Won't you wait for me?" she asked, her smile betraying her curiosity.

"I'm afraid not," I said, "I have somewhere else to be."

She seemed disappointed, but I reassured her with one of my favorite sayings. I then hastened

downstairs to my parked car, greeting the security man, Mr. Frederick, along the way.

"Fine boy, are you going home already?" he inquired.

"Yes, Mr. Frederick. It's past closing time," I replied. "Is there anything you need me to do for

you?"

"No, thank you," he said with a smile. "Just checking."

I bid him a good day and asked him to pass on my greetings to his wife. He obliged, but I

couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about the "Fine boy" moniker he had bestowed upon

me.

"Look here, Mr. Frederick," I said, stopping to speak with him again. "I think it's time you and the

others stop calling me Fine Boy. My name is John, and I'd appreciate it if you could address me

accordingly."

He chuckled and wished me a blessed day before returning to his post.

As the CEO of the company, I had earned a reputation as the "rainmaker" among my staff, as

they believed that my presence guaranteed financial success.

Mr. Fedrick, the security guard, was particularly fond of me and would often speak highly of me

at the office and even at a local off-license bar he frequented after work.

One evening, I happened to pass by the off-license while Mr. Fedrick was there, and he invited

me to join him for a drink. I agreed, and he continued to sing my praises to everyone around us,

including the bar owner and other customers.

I smiled and bought a round of drinks for the group, but little did I know that Mr. Fedrick's

excessive flattery had attracted the wrong kind of attention.

It turned out that the married owner of the bar was smitten with me, and Mr. Fedrick's hyping

had only fueled her infatuation. I soon found myself in a potentially dangerous situation, and it

was only by the grace of God that I was able to avoid any trouble.

From that day on, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mr. Fedrick's hyping was not only

excessive but also potentially harmful.

I appreciated his admiration and loyalty, but I couldn't allow him to continue making me the

center of attention in such a way.

As I entered my vehicle and started driving, I couldn't help but smile as I recalled my amusing