Be Quiet And Don T Even Smile In The Office Novels & Stories

The busy City...🌇 The busy office of ' Daily issue ' newspaper... Chattering , laughing , fighting , discussing ....the whole office was filling with noise....in fourth floor of office building was calm and quite...no sound ...no noise... Suddenly elevator sound echoed ....then 'Jhun jhun Jhun' the sound came from elevator....the worker of this floor all stood up happily because their senior cheif reporter came in office after ten days of break ....everyone bowed to her and welcomed her with a heart warming smile...she giggled and nodded at them...then her assistant Adam said "Hello Apii how r u???" 😍....she smiled then ruffled his hair and said "first class"😉

Their money raised us, not them. I changed my mood when I saw Mr. Dy talking on the phone. A lot of people say that I look cold when I’m not smiling, that’s why I always put a smile on my face. I don’t want people to be scared of me. The thought of people respecting me because they're scared of me never amused me. I want the people in this company to be comfortable in my existence, not the other way around. I cleared my throat. Mr. Dy gestured for me to wait. I just sat on his nice couch. His office is more welcoming than mine. Maybe I should change my couch?

"We're returning to your office." "I can't wait to sit in the meeting room and listen to them shit talk about me for hours." The sarcasm makes him smile bitterly when I glance at him. "Can't we just run away?" "Sorry, you have to bear it this time or I'll be fired. Just don't do anything to make them angry and you'll be fine. Also, don't swear."

"Good afternoon, where's Attorney Williams' office?" I smiled politely. "Two hallways from the left, Ma'am." "Thank you so much." she delightedly said. I nodded a little and she left. I lost my smile when he left. I’m still getting used to this. My cheek bones are hurting because of too much smiling. I'm forced to smile even though I'm not happy. I should look happy and approachable always when clearly, I’m not. I sighed and clicked my neck because of stiffness. I feel like I’m having back pain because of having a nice posture always so that the visitors would not feel awkward talking to me.

"What did you say? What does the colour of my clothes have to do with my working capabilities?" "That is a rule for working here, didn't you notice that everyone here was in neutral colours, even the decorations here in the club, had no bright colours at all? Another thing I hate is laziness, I hate slackers and if you're one, then you probably shouldn't be here. You must not be too loud, I hate noise, I can only tolerate it at parties, but here in the office, the sound of your voice and whatever you're doing must not exceed 40 decibels and if it does the noise calculator will sound and I'll know you broke the rule, you might get punished for it. Lastly, there might be cases where you'll hav

he has given me bar, I mean it was constantly ringing in my head like an alarm clock. As I made my way into the office building, I noticed my employees murmuring from different directions, as each of them tried to adjust whatever it was they were doing, I wasn't surprised though,since I got it everyday considering the fact that I never even tried to do as much as send them a smile in a day, I even heard the rumors that went around about me being a very ruthless boss and always being very serious but I never did as much as try to pay any attention to them.

I opened it and couldn’t keep the smile from forming. Logan, Please make sure you are on your best behavior at the office. We have to try and keep a professional relationship while we work together. Lilly P.S. You look really sexy when you’re angry.

Your smile is contagious" Helma blushed, Clara hissed and sat down. Helma sat down opposite Clara, waiting for the CEO to be done with a meeting with his board members. Clara kept chewing her gum loudly, and would occasionally scold any staff smiling and complimenting Helma. Helma, could not understand why she was bittered and who she was to dress inappropriately to a firm.

But not anymore. Isabelle remained a pillar of calm. She moved through the office with a chilling efficiency, a ghost in the machine. While everyone else was in a panic, she calmly retraced her steps. She spoke to the IT department, reviewed the server logs, and even checked the paper shredder, her face a mask of professional detachment. She didn't once show a flicker of anxiety or frustration.

“I won’t.” And I meant it. … Nina finally left my office, still buzzing with excitement like she’d just witnessed a miracle. “Go on,” she said one last time, practically bouncing in place. “Tell him. Be happy. Don’t ruin it.” I laughed quietly, shaking my head. “I won’t,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. The office felt impossibly quiet once she was gone. The hum of computers, the muffled chatter of colleagues, even the faint clatter of heels against the floor — all of it became background noise I barely noticed.