After I requested a week off to take care of my ill child, my boss accused me of fabricating that I had a son and had me jailed.

 

He was solely interested in the marketing reports when she phoned to inform him her son had a high fever and needed to visit a doctor.

He said, “Are you serious, Annie?” “You’re leaving me just before our annual general meeting in two days? I require the marketing reports, as you are aware.

“Sir, I apologize,” she answered. But I’m merely unable to enter. The reports are finished as well. I sent you an email with them this morning.

He hung up the phone without of bothering to respond, however. After a week, Kenny returned to school and felt better. Annie went back to work, but as soon as she walked into her office,

her supervisor was seated on her chair, clapping his hands. An another cop was there, clutching handcuffs.

 

It is said that King Charles is “still very sick” and that his death is “inevitable,” with preparations for his burial having already begun.

A frustrated lady was angry that her husband was spending so much time at the neighborhood bar.