روايات وقصص ضمن Be Quiet And Don T Even Smile In The Office

He finally uttered and smiled. I blinked and blinked again. Did he just call me without adding Ms? Or did he just let out a smile, I mean a genuine smile? He has a very cute smile and he doesn't smile frequently. What a shame. If only he smiled more often at the office, I guess many companies would have been striking a deal with him every day. “Thank you.” I sat opposite him, I shouldn’t be waiting for him to pull the chair before I sat, this was not a romantic date.

I force me to keep the smile, and watch like he fidgets restlessly in his chair. “Alright then… You can leave a little early to enjoy your appointment.” He says without looking at me directly, focusing on something on his computer. “Thank you, Mr. Adams.” I stand up, and notice the grimace he makes, which causes me to suppress a laugh. “Quiet.” He mutters, rolling his eyes — and I can't help but let out a low chuckle before walking out of the office. Taking a deep breath, my smile wilt in the same instant I leave the room… like my energy had been drained. I did my best to smile, but don't think I'll be able to keep it up for the rest of the day.

"Googly eyes and secret smiles? That sounds like a fun workplace." He chuckled. "Fun, yes, but not very productive. Rule number two, no discussing personal matters during work hours." I raised an eyebrow. "Not even if I have an urgent need to discuss the latest episode of our favorite show?" He smirked. "Especially not then. We need to maintain a professional environment." I sighed dramatically again. "So, no workplace gossip about our favorite TV characters. Got it." He nodded. "Exactly. And rule number three, when we leave the office, we leave work behind. No carrying it into our personal time."

he murmured under his breath, his fists clenched at his sides. He moved quickly and powerfully. Without hesitation, he strode to the door and banged it shut with a loud crash. Like a warning shot, the sound echoed throughout the building. The company's once-vibrant environment fell strangely silent. Employees sat still in their offices, their minds engulfed in the stress that suddenly invaded the atmosphere. *** It was time to close for the day at the company… With each determined stride, Maggie's heels clicked on the floor as she rushed out of the office. She remained silent, both with Fred and with everybody else. It was out of the ordinary.

I forced a polite smile, responding with an over-the-top sweet tone, “I’m sorry. I just needed to draw your attention to something.” Cindy’s glare could have melted through steel, and I watched her furious gaze in the mirror on the wall with a suppressed smirk. “Come in or forever remain there like one without a purpose in life.” Taking a deep breath, I forced my smile to remain fixed in place and walked into the office. “Of course, boss.” “What?!” Cindy snapped, her eyes narrowing at me. It seemed my saccharine sweet smile was only serving to aggravate her further. “I was just wondering, Boss, if I could take a break. Maybe grab some lunch?” My voice was a model of syrupy sweetness.

Now when I think about it, I often laugh at those things, poor Sir could not even say anything, now I understood why he had stood there like a statue, and remembering these things, I laughed. Everyone in the office was looking at me because I was not just smiling, I was laughing loudly, then I looked at everyone and became quiet and said sorry to everyone and got busy with my work again.

The nameplate on the side was slightly crooked, the way it had always been because no one could be bothered to straighten it. But the quiet. She thought it wasn’t normal. The office was never quiet. Usually, there was a constant buzz, drawers slamming, Mr. Don yelling at someone over the phone. Now, the silence felt unnatural. But Niya still couldn't pinpoint why the feeling kept nudging at her. She swallowed, clearing her throat. She knew she had to be smart and quick about this. She needed a job, not an argument. Just walk in, apologize, ask if he’ll take you back. Simple.

“I still have to work. Reviewing contracts, information, everything that crosses my desk. I need to stay on top of things, and right now, I’m trying to concentrate. So please, keep it down.” The word “please” nearly makes me laugh—it sounds so out of place coming from him. But I hold it in, eating my food in silence while he works. Axel’s already left the office, probably accustomed to this quiet, but after only a few minutes, my boredom sets in, and the urge to fidget, tap, or make a sound starts to bubble up. Sighing, I stand, grabbing the empty plates. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t want to risk annoying you by tapping or something,” I say, giving him a playful grin before heading

How could I possibly smile? "Beep! Employee Claire Sullivan—smile curvature standard, expression sincere. Award: 10 positive energy points." "Beep! Employee Jack Steele—continuous smile for over one hour. Award: 20 positive energy points." The AI's chimes kept ringing, turning the whole office into some absurd, grotesque contest. And above my head, there was silence. … In the afternoon, Lucas appeared again in front of the giant screen to launch his daily commentary. "Look, everyone, most of you have adapted very well! Our office atmosphere is buzzing with enthusiasm!"

He put the phone down from his ear and proceeded into the company. Immediately he entered the revolving door and stepped into the building cold air clinged to his body. Silent whispers. The workers and people they were neither noisy, nor rushing what they were doing, nor wearing frowns—which might be suspicious cause it was a drug company. Maybe they're all high on tranquilizer—a little laughable, because it seemed like basic rules cause it was pasted on a golden plate high up on the wall behind the reception area: ‘No noise, No frowns, No problem, A healthy mind.’