Audible Remote Jobs Novels & Stories

As she spoke, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to have a shower. I reflected deeply on her suggestion and realized she was completely right. Getting a remote job that doesn’t require my physical presence in any public space was the the best option for me. For the remaining part of the week, I had engrossed myself in remote job research. Enthusiastic about the idea of working remotely I had embarked on several remote Job applications but sadly, none were accepted. I crawled back into my shell yet again, dejected by how difficult life had gotten for me ever since I lost both my jobs and how the chances of getting hired again proved impossible.

I click on it and accept the job. Not having a phone or internet I use the libraries wifi to recieve the call at the dummy number I gave to the job. What I don't expect is the voice on the other end. His voice is deep and dreamy. I can't get over how much I want to jump his voice. As soon as I get over the urge to jump his voice, I clear my throat and start to talk, answering him. "I would love to accept the job." I can hear a chuckle in the background, just like his but maybe it's just an echo. "You don't even know us. Would you like to at least interview first?"

His brain was still running at about sixty percent and he'd been planning to leave work notifications until tomorrow but the sender was Ryan and the subject line said Employment Classification Update and that was the kind of thing that didn't wait. He read it twice. Head of Remote Security Consulting, Sun City Project. His name. His salary, unchanged. A job description that was two paragraphs long and detailed and completely genuine actual deliverables, actual authority over the security architecture for the biggest project Sinclair Industries had run in a decade. All of it structured for off-site work. No physical presence required at any Sinclair location. He read it a third time. Maya gla

“Enough to move out. Enough to breathe. I don’t want to depend on anyone.” “That’s fair.” “I was looking for extra work before everything got… complicated.” “What kind?” “Admin work. Remote assistant jobs. Maybe data entry. Anything flexible I can do in the evenings.” Adrian nodded immediately. “I can help with that.” I looked at him. “You can?” “Yeah. I know a few people who hire freelance admin support. Nothing huge, but decent pay. Remote. Flexible hours.” Hope sparked inside me again. “Are you serious?” “Completely. Send me your resume. I’ll look it over and forward it to a couple of contacts.”

I called them one by one, my voice cracking from overuse and cold coffee. > “I just need a chance,” I said. “Remote work, short-term, whatever you have.” Every response was careful, rehearsed. > “We’d love to help, Ms Hale, but there are… compliance concerns.” “Your previous employer flagged your name internally.” “Best of luck, truly.” I hung up after the tenth call and laughed, a dry sound that turned into a sob. I bought a blueberry muffin with the last five-dollar bill in my pocket and ate it in the car.

“I’ve been thinking about how to help you. And I found a way.” She handed him the tablet, showing him a job listing. It was for a remote consultancy role with a startup in another country, requiring a high level of expertise in business strategy and management. “They don’t care about your last name,” Rachel explained. “The company is based abroad, and everything is done online. They only care about results, not connections. I’ve already talked to someone there, and they’re interested.” Damien stared at the screen, disbelief flickering in his eyes. “You… you did this for me?”

He stepped into the hallway near the restrooms, where the neon light flickered every few seconds. “Hello,” he said quietly. “Hey,” a man’s voice rasped on the other end. “Did you see my text?” Aiden pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, not yet. I was at work and—” “I don’t give a damn,” the voice snapped. “I sent you something. An ad. The Cranes just posted it. They’re hiring.” The words hit him like a shove to the chest. “Hiring?” “Yeah,” the man said, his tone suddenly sharp, business-cold. “They’re looking for a driver, a bodyguard, and a nanny. Three separate positions.”

Samarth responded to her mischievously. "Okay, I'm going to receive your colours." Aradhya sighed and exited from the room. Samarth announced from the remote, "No one will open the door except Aradhya." Samarth has arranged remote control operations in the house, so he can open-close and on-off commands through his phone and others can use remote. When someone speaks in the remote, that can be heard in the respective room through speakers. In the remote, multiple functions can be operated. Aradhya isn't aware of that yet.

Remote, great pay and lots of incentives. Jackpot! As I meticulously prepared for the interview, my mind was engrossed with activities of it's own. I wondered who my recommender was? The person must have been a high ranked person to recommend me to such an outstanding company. The offer they gave was topnotch. Almost too good to be true. The prospect of a remote job was particularly appealing, as it would allow me the flexibility I needed to be there for my kids while still working on the Manor's case.

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.