Be The Hardest Worker In The Room Novels & Stories

I hated sleeping at the office, but I was tired of the rumors I kept hearing from some of the employees. They kept talking about how great Luka was and how he was always the last to leave the office. In the past, I had been the first to leave, but now I had to act like I worked just as hard as Luka did. In reality, I couldn’t give two shits about this job.

I prefer to live life to the fullest at any chance I get. I hate it when any one of my employees starts slacking in work. Once I notice such a person I get them fired and replaced immediately. Because of this habit of mine, my employees tend to work harder than the employees of any other company. Time is money and I don't wish to waste my time. "Back to work," I said to myself. Dave POV... It's getting late and I have to hurry up to make it home on time. Hilton already left eight hours ago.

They'll love you once they get to know you, but even if they don't it won't change anything because woman, I got you. Gianni, you are the most hard working person I have ever met. The world just keeps throwing shit at you but nothing stops you from your studies, your work. You live in this huge mansion with an unlimited cash flow, you never have to work a damn day in your life but you don't care, you work anyway. God I cant remember a single time even spending a penny on you. So stop fucking beating yourself up, you pregnant you shouldn't even be on your feet but you working hard, studying even harder and still running this household, looking after me and then still looking hot as hell doing

"You and your brother only work half a day. If you can do it, so can I." "But we don't rest. We go to school, study to get smarter." Barbara shook her head, sneering. "I don't care. You're not the only one who can get the special right to work half a day. Me too! I'm the younger sister of the CEO of this company. Now let go!" Barbara jerked her hand away, but Emily was reluctant to let go. "No! You must be responsible for your own work. Don't give it to others!"

I stare at my boss with a fire in my eyes. “You know that I am one of the most dedicated employees in our entire company. I would never allow something as frivolous as my partner's celebrity status distract me from my work. You, however, clearly cannot say the same. I refuse to allow you to use Aiden’s fame to promote my hard work anymore.”

Easton held back a smile at the memory of the video he watched where Scarlet was slapping the shit out of Jade. Jade’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “ Oh pardon me. I had to be sure you know. It’s not every day that you walk into an employee laughing with her boss in his kitchen. But I guess what I heard is true. That’s who you are. Always willing to go an extra mile.” “What?” Scarlet straightened. Jade laughed like she had just told the joke of the century, “ I’m saying you’ve been working so hard lately. I hear you’ve picked up some extra shifts. Very dedicated of you. I suppose it pays to be resourceful.”

I sat up, clutching the comforter to my chest like it could shield me from the weight of his words. “I’m not ashamed of you,” I said. “I’m not. But you have to understand—people will talk. They’ll assume I only got this job because of you. That I slept my way up.” His jaw clenched. “Let them.” “I can’t, Lorenzo!” My voice rose, cracking at the edges. “I’ve worked too hard for this. Every damn day I fight to prove I belong here. That I deserve to be where I am.” He stared at me, eyes dark and unreadable.

"Let’s just say some people earn their place through experience and hard work. Others… well, they take shortcuts." Nora snickered beside him, clearly enjoying the show. A couple of nearby employees had stopped what they were doing, pretending to be busy while discreetly eavesdropping. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating, but I refused to let it shake me. I exhaled slowly, shaking my head in amusement. "You know," I mused, crossing my arms, "it’s always funny how the people who talk the loudest about 'hard work' are usually the ones who do the least of it."

They scrambled, practically running. I looked back at her. “I gave you one task. One.” My tone didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. Cold was always louder than rage. “And you can’t even pretend to take it seriously?” “Here’s how this works, Miss Hart,” I continued, stepping closer. “I don’t reward charm. I don’t excuse laziness. And I don’t have patience for people who think this company is their playground.” “I’m not lazy,” she said quietly, her jaw trembling like she was on the verge of breaking. “I was—”

Marta tilted her head, seeming to evaluate her sincerity. “At Force Enterprises, we value dedication above all else. The night shift is the hardest: the building is almost empty, but everything must be left spotless for the next day. The girls on the team are… direct. Some have been here a long time and don’t like pretty new girls. Do you think you can handle the pressure?” Isabella swallowed hard but answered firmly: “I can handle it. I want this job. I need it.” Marta typed something on the computer, then looked straight into Isabella’s eyes.