Diapered At Work Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" "I need a shirt," I snap. "Do you have a problem with that?" He raises a brow. "No." Adam approaches me, and I see the way his lips tighten. "You want to tell me what happened to your face?" "Your employees threw coffee on me." I take out a shirt of his and sniff it. "Not one, but all of them. I asked for a shirt in the bathroom, but I was informed that tramps like me deserve this treatment."

Other colleagues, overhearing our conversation, started gathering around, venting about Summer's antics. Apparently, there was a time when she had food poisoning, vomiting, and diarrhea. The hospital confirmed it was caused by undercooked food she ate the night before. She had bought it in a group order with other colleagues, so the next day, she showed up with a reimbursement form, demanding they split her medical expenses.

'CAUSE: happy tears :)" I put in the caption with the photo. I showered and got ready for work. I wore a white long sleeve button down polo, light blue wide leg jeans and a pair of white ankle strap chunky heels. I did my hair wavy and wore my usual work makeup but added some more concealer to cover up the swollen eyes. I also wore specs. *kriiing kriiing I answered the phone as I closed my apartment door. "I saw your i*******m story. Are you okay? Where are you?" It was Damian "Chill, I'm fine. I'm on my way to work now. I'll see you there" I told him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I fell asleep alone. Work the following morning was hell: first, I didn’t put enough water in the coffeepot, and the coffee burned and made the office reek. Then Leslie got on my case for not answering the phone within two rings. By lunch, I was tempted to say I was having uncontrollable diarrhea and needed to go home.

I removed the tie that I had on the entire time, which seemed to be sucking out my breath. Still clad in my chest binder and pants, I traipsed over to the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom, right before I could take my bathe, I removed my chest binder, pants and underwear. All thanks to the chest binder, no one at the Anderson Corporation can ever sense the fact that I was a girl. Who else knew my first day at work could be this tiring? As if walking around the whole Anderson building wasn’t tiring enough, Ryan had to make me drive him to a business meeting where I had to stand guard all through the five-hour meeting.

“I left work the moment paparazzi started circling the company.” I didn’t complain when my boss asked me to go home. Paparazzi were circling the company like vultures and that was interrupting the work flow. When he told me to go home, I jumped at the idea. I was tired of watching my colleagues stare at me with pity, while Jocelyn looked at me with a sneer. Besides, I had not slept well the previous night so it was kind of hard to focus. “Why was Noah at your workplace?” Mom asks.

This time, they intended to take Dad as well. Just as we were about to be escorted away, the coworkers who had initially been enjoying the spectacle suddenly became terrified. The company's highest-ranking executive was being taken away. If anything were to happen to him, wouldn't they all be out of a job by tomorrow? Meanwhile, Kaia, who was standing among the crowd, continued making sarcastic remarks. "I hope the authorities thoroughly clear our company's name. After all, if something happens to the person running the company, the rest of us will suffer too."

When I smell baby I get dizzy I sometimes get nauseous. But that's not why I stopped working because I needed more money now because I was pregnant. They still treat me at work, they don't know I'm pregnant. Although I say they don't care so it's better not to say. “ You're Tasia again!” my boss will come to me while I'm still sitting. He strongly dropped the papers I should have done. I sighed because they were there. The papers they had landed in front of me were in order to become mountainous again.

"Okay, well, you know. I have to go to work." I say goodbye to Owen and wave to Ashton as I leave the daycare. Working distracts me, especially now that people have started coming in to shop, and I have to attend to several customers at once. You can feel the money; it's palpable, and it's best to see that during these times the tip jar for the employees is increasing more than usual. "I have to say, you look damn good in those pants." I turn my head and look at him with wide eyes.

I let out a deep sigh as I applied makeup to my face. No matter how much Eros tried to convince me not to go to work today, I didn’t listen. This is my job, and in times like these when it's so hard to find work, I don’t want to lose it just because I missed a single day. The office environment is toxic, but the salary is good, so I just endure it. I don’t allow my coworkers to mistreat me, as they are aware that I perform my job better than they do.