Another Day Punch Novels & Stories

Some people were initially skeptical, but my drastic measures soon convinced everyone in the company. I truly did not expect to see Zac again. After several years apart, he was no longer the proud man he once was. Even though Aurora was already imprisoned, the cyberbullying never stopped. He had to bear all the criticisms that came from Aurora's imprisonment. The extreme torture caused him to crash out. It was why he was dressed in rags, squatting next to a trash can and picking up food when I saw him. I did not recognize him at first. He was the one who recognized me. He handed me a relatively intact apple, drooling while saying, "Celia, eat this."

Ethan's POV A month. Thirty consecutive days of overtime work hours, endless meetings, coffee spilled on my shirt, all-night reports, and me occasionally asking myself if I was unwittingly signing away my life in invisible ink. But the thing is — for the first time in a very long time, the hustle and bustle felt… worth it. Because yesterday, the company gave me my first paycheck. I had pulled the bank app out in Anderson's office bathroom, my thumb trembling against the shattered screen like I was ready to be disappointed. And then—

" I looked at the man. The fixation in his eyes had only one place to go. In the moment he had decided not to save me and the baby, he had been every bit this decisive. The cheapness of him now matched it. I shut the door in his face. He did not stop. He sent flowers every day. He shipped gifts. He camped outside my office. He stepped down from his post as squad captain and took a job as a part-time barista at the coffee shop near my office, just so he could see me when I came in. I refused to look at him. I changed apartments. I quit the job. Maya, on her end, had nowhere else to go. The pregnancy had bought her her freedom from prison, but it had cost her her name. My silence ate at Mason.

And as sore and exhausted as I was, I couldn’t wait to clock in tomorrow for another full day of earning my salary the hard way. One cock at a time.

' I have a relaxing work-day today since we don't really schedule meetings on Fridays knowing most of us opt to be on leave because we've gotten the half-day off by default so we just need to apply absence for another half-day to make it a full-day leave. [ I don't have anything today so yeah, twelve on the dot please. ] Luca Sinclair: [ On the dot it is 👌🏼 ] [ At the same place you always pick me up? ] Luca Sinclair: [ Same place 👌🏼 ] [ 👌🏼 ] Luca Sinclair: [ 👌🏼👌🏼 ] [ 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 ]

Full-on public humiliation. Lost half a day's pay. Slapped with a $50 fine. Monthly attendance bonus? Gone. And just to rub salt in the wound, new rule: starting tomorrow, everyone had to clock in and out. Didn't matter if we were working outside till midnight—we'd have to drag ourselves back just to swipe out. Then show up early to clock in like nothing happened.

Touchdown We will have our respective touchdowns today – Jahnobi at 6:30 PM British Standard Time at Gatwick, and I at 6:30PM IST in Pune. Nineteen days have elapsed since I am away from my workplace (you may read Karmabhumi). I have no clue how my team members are performing their daily rituals of chanting “Thank you for calling…”, “I understand your concern, however…”, “the options that I can give you are…”, “I apologize for the inconvenience…” to appease a bunch of unknown, unseen, fatally wronged, over-promised and under-delivered voices and names on the other hemisphere of the world, trying their guts out to get the best possible solutions to their issues. It’s not easy, going through t

One of the goals I want to achieve within the year is to earn a promotion which is what I'm working for. I glanced at my wrist watch in frustration. Surprisingly, today seems to be different from other days. From the time I woke up from bed in not my usual time, I knew my day was not going to be pleasant. I felt it at the pit of my stomach. And that was exactly what happened.

Aroon already told the reason. Dae turned and looked at the alarm clock. He was shocked seeing the time as 7: 55. ‘Oh shit ! I am late’, he cursed. ‘ How did I sleep this long ? And Why didn’t his alarm ring today ?’ Soon realization hit his head. Today is Tuesday. Aroon put his alarm at 8 on Tuesdays and Fridays. The two particular days of the week are his sleep days. On other days including weekend, he put alarm at 6 and work out till 8 in his gym near the pool.

(Aaron POV) I punch my fist into a wall in my office, creating a large hole. “THREE DAYS! IT HAS BEEN THREE F----ING DAYS!!!!” No one says anything. What can they say? We are all feeling the pressure and reality of the situation.