A Genius Writer's Random Workplace Novels & Stories

“There are other reasons.” “No, there aren’t,” I replied harshly. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about. “You think I would meet a man I didn’t know because I had free time? I am a writer, Kai, I care about how well I write. It’s just that.” “What about your other work?” he asked. “There is no other work. I write full-time. I stay at home, in front of my computer, and drink five to ten cups of tea a day and write all day long.”

Meanwhile, in a light office on the other side of town, Jenny White was pretend-writing a report while ranting to Zina over instant messaging and chewing over a cookie with unnecessary aggression. Light streamed in from the row of windows behind the Zina Bank & Partners office, making yellow stripes on the messy desk of Jenny White. Her fingers drummed a staccato on the keys, but the screen contained only a half-written memo and a screaming cursor that complained one word: Distracted.

My name is Kate Portman, and I'm a junior supervisor at a company. To save up for a house as soon as possible, I write... well, let's just say, spicy stories online in my spare time. Today is the deadline for my submission, but of course, the entire building decided to lose power. Left with no choice, I sneak back to the office to finish my writing. Fortunately, everyone else had already left for the day. I sat down in my cubicle, opened my laptop, and lost myself in my work. The deeper I got into the writing, the more engrossed I became, especially the last section.

Althea I wasn’t sure if anyone would have the same opinion about this, but for me the bathroom was the ideal place to craft my ideas. Weird? Yeah, maybe. Other people might have had better places, more sophisticated spaces perhaps—offices stacked with all the right tools, rows upon rows of books lined up like soldiers, and artificial intelligence systems ready to spit out concepts or brilliant ideas at the push of a button. But me? I didn’t need any of that.

"Only with a clean workplace can the company develop even better. Someone who sells her body has no right to stand there acting righteous and speaking on behalf of the company." "Now you're pretending to care about the company? The best thing you can do for it is to get the hell out right now." I lowered my voice, wanting to stop this farce from escalating any further. "You're all mistaken. Actually, the owner of the company is my…"

My mornings began early, her nights often ended late, and I revelled in the challenges that each day brought. My small apartment, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, became a haven of creativity. Late into the night, I would sit at my desk, my laptop glowing in the dim light and taking seeps of my green tea, as I crafted compelling narratives and persuasive messages. The weight of responsibility never felt burdensome; it felt like the culmination of years of hard work and dreams.

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I checked the time. Shit! I’m late. Extremely late. Why did it take me so long to think of them? So I sought a ride. I cursed myself for being too analytical. It’s nearly 8:00 a.m., and I’m still not at work. I observed Dante departing early today. I directed him to a coffee shop when the transportation arrived. I grabbed my coffee. When I got to the office, I was feeling dreadfully grumpy. As I walk up to the office, I greet everyone by waving my hand and saying good morning. I arrived at my office. I have been working so hard for the past few months, even working for the months ahead. I’m only in the workplace to demonstrate that I’m working. I work largely from home, attempting to divert

But then that’s not me! Instead of faking polite conversation which I know would lead to no good end it’s best I get immersed into my work. It’s the smarter thing to do! And also I can’t sit still and do nothing when I have absolutely nothing to do but to write, have realized that time doesn’t really exist especially when you write for a living. It just… melts into drafts, edits and deleted paragraphs that felt genius thirty minutes ago. “Focus, Alessia.”I sigh, dragging my fingers through my hair. The words comes out louder than intended.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s exactly the way my brain works. Nothing looks like it’s in a place, but everything is in its place. It’s the only way I can really focus.” I almost added that I would go totally and completely bonkers if I had to try work in a space as cold and impersonal as his office, but I didn’t want to push my luck. In my limited experience of the guy, his sense of humor wasn’t awfully well developed. Looking around again, he shook his head. “This is what it looks like if everything is in its place?” He sounded dubious, like there was no way I could’ve been telling the truth. I nodded, because to me, everything was exactly where it should be.