48 Hours A Day Novels & Stories

“I’m just looking out for you, just like the doctor advised. No worries, I’ll only be here to take care of you for the required hours of the day the doctor had suggested.” Her brows pulled together. “What are the required hours?” “24 hours a day, your highness.”

Felix quickly answered. "What?! You want to be a mailman?" Simon was shocked and even got his food out from his mouth when he heard what Felix said. He wasn't expecting Felix to say that he wanted to apply for a job as a mailman. Simon was a working in an office but not as a manager but as a mailman. He has been working for 10 years since their business got bankrupt and their company got taken away by the bank. It started their unfortunate happenings when her wife Betty decided to bring home Felix to their house.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

But she yanks me back into place. "Yes, you train. Yes, you work hard. But you don't give it your all," Hilda screams, and I feel my jaw drop. "We are training 4 to 6 hours a day, Hilda! I'm giving it all I have," I yell back at her "Really.?.?.?. SHIFT," Hilda shouts, and her Beta command shoots through my body.

I turn and walk back to my room. One step. Two steps. Day 31. I have forty-eight hours. And now I know exactly how to use them.

“Uh, every day, why?” “What are your hours?” “What does this have to do with anything?” “Just answer the question.” “Usually, I’m here by 5:30 and stay until closing at 10.” “5:30 AM or PM?” I scoffed. “AM of course.” “So every day you are working fourteen plus hours? And then go home and stay up all night hacking? When do you sleep?” I sighed. “That’s only when I’m obsessively on a trail, you know, when I’m close to something.”

"But the conditions they’ve set are a bit... unusual." "What do you mean?" "They’re looking for someone who can work 24/7 for an entire week. No days off. No cell phone. No family visits." "Are you sure this isn’t a prison?" Alethea shot Callie a sarcastic look. "No. My mom said the person who contacted her is someone she trusts," Callie replied firmly. However, Alethea frowned, her mind racing as she tried to process the peculiar conditions her friend had just shared.

"Just so I have enough time off to finish some articles I'm working on." "No problem," he said. "If this lady wants twenty-four-hour protection, I'm going to have to use three, maybe four guys minimum. I promise not to make you work more than eight hours at a stretch." "You're such a kind, thoughtful boss," I said.

After the first day of duty, twenty of us were divided into two small teams, ten people for each team. Each team will be in charge of working for twelve hours. I was assigned to a group that operated from six in the morning to six in the evening. It makes me sad because daylight can't run away.

Malcolm crossed his arms and scowled at the woman. She touched Aya on the shoulder. "If there is anything you need, you let me know. I'm either here or at Baaltech every night." "You work at night?" Aya asked. "The facility is open 24/7, but I prefer the night shift." Elizabeth waved a hand in the air, her perfect fingernails painted a glossy, dark red. "The day shift is far too noisy, all those trucks coming and going. You can hardly hear yourself think."