Let me tell you about the tale of glory when I stole victory from the jaws of defeat and rose like a phoenix from the flames to save my skin and do a great bit of business for my company.

It began when my boss let the office know that we were on the verge of sealing the biggest deal in the companies history with a Singaporean conglomerate and that one sales rep had to go over and seal the deal, all expenses paid. Needless to say everyone was pulling out all the stops to get to be the one who went and I think my boss might have had a few Cuban cigars thrown his way. Workwise we were pretty much all on a level footing so I racked my brains and thought I had come up with the ideal idea to put me first in the race.

I was given the job due to my present realationship with a girl of Singaporean descent and for that reason my unassailable knowledge and admiration for the culture of Singapore. I was informed that both myself and my girlfriend would be flown out and back first class and put up in a luxurious hotel. The only problem was that my girlfriend was about as Singaporean as Will Ferral, but, as nobody from here would actually see her and only I would be meeting with the big wigs abroad the plan could not fail.

Surely a perfect plan and nothing could go wrong, could it? Within ten minustes of landing the head of the conglomerate got in touch to say that all the official procedure could be ignored and we could go out to dinner to celebrate the union of our companies. This appeared great as I thought I was really going to have to sell this one. Then came the bolt from the blue, it was because I was engaged (an embelishment from my boss) to a girl from Singapore that they were so delighted to go with us and they would be honoured if we would BOTH join them.

After I recovered from what felt like a enormous heart attack I got in to action and spoke to a hotel porter about where I could get in contact with nice Singapore Escorts and after much raised eyebrows and explanations, then even more laughing at my situation I was shown to a computer.

The porter then showed me a site that offered a good singapore escort service and I got in touch with them straight away. The evening went as well as I could have hoped for and Maya turned out to be the perfect fake fiancee.

Oh, and did I mention how appreciative my girlfriend was that I had brought her all the way out to Singapore at my own expense? Well, one more fib isn’t goin to hurt is it?