Discretion Novels & Stories

"Let's turn to another matter Mr. Bailey. Why did you refuse to have the new accounting software installed on the office servers?" Mr. Bailey said "I did not see a need for it! It is my right as the Managing Director to decide what programs we use in this office." Rick responed "No it's not. You were told to have the software installed, but you chose not to. This is your first crime. And what's more, you admit to it. That is called insubordination. That is a dismissal offence in itself. Now tell me the real reason that you did not have it installed."

Have they ever stopped to think about the reason behind our actions, or do they just judge us based on only what the naked eye can see. As soon as my shift ended, which stood around 6:00 pm. I immediately left the mansion letting out a deep breath seeing that I could finally breathe properly. Deciding to ditch the bus today. I walk home, which apparently is a 45 minutes walk. But I couldn't care less since I needed it.

"Personal relationship with Adrian Nightsong creates a conflict of interest. I can't mediate a dispute involving his pack while we're dating." It's the right call ethically. But it also means admitting publicly that her personal life affects her professional judgment. "That's responsible disclosure," Aria says. "Elder Winterborn will handle the mediation. Hope, you're setting a good precedent—personal relationships don't negate professional ethics if properly managed." The mediation proceeds without Hope's involvement. Winterborn resolves the dispute competently. "Thank you for recusing yourself," Adrian says afterward. "I know that was uncomfortable, but it protected both of us from accusat

“You see, Derek, a disciplined approach requires disclosure. One cannot move blocks of influence without accountability.” Derek’s lips pressed together. His jaw flexed. He swallowed, hard. “I—I didn’t…that’s not how it looks.” “Perhaps,” Allen said, “but that is how it is recorded.” The room felt smaller. Each tick of the wall clock thundered. Chris tried again, leaning forward, whispering under his breath, but still loud enough for Allen to hear. “This is manipulative. You’re twisting context.” Allen raised one eyebrow. “Context without transparency is dangerous. You’d do well to remember that.”

But I must not. My teeth gritted. "I'm sorry, but do not expect that I'd give you additional rights to fret into some of my cases," I replied in a monotone voice. "I can decide about my works and my leaves to stay at home by myself. Even to where I go and when I will leave, the decisions are up to me."

Discipline. A slow, predatory smile touched Albert’s lips. “So. We begin with order. We end with the ultimate surrender.” He placed the die carefully on the glass table. “For Discipline, the transgression must be clear. You have been flawless in following explicit commands. So the transgression must be one of… spirit. Of unspoken defiance.”

Distributed mirrors they had never anticipated. The crowd roared. Hale’s face appeared again, fury barely masked. “This is an abuse of autonomous discretion.” “No,” Judge Kline shot back. “This is consequence.” Hale turned to me, eyes sharp as glass. “You think this ends well for you.” I met her gaze. “I think it ends honestly.” Her smile was cold. “Honesty is not protection.” “No,” I agreed. “Visibility is.” The man nodded once, decision made. “Take her.”

CY was beaming. "Girls, I don't care what you do, but no sex on my property tonight. They paid for dance and I know you might want to be generous with them. Take that shit away from my premises, yeah?" "Yes sir," the girls chorused. "This is not a whorehouse. If I hear or catch any of you, it's police that will handle the case. Please no videos or pictures with the guest. They're important men and don't need that type of publicity."

Leon seemed hesitant, a slight change in his demeanor, though there was still a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. I looked at Leon, searching for understanding in his eyes. “Maybe we need to talk calmly some other time. I hope you can respect my decision and give me some space in my life right now,” I said firmly.

“Mhm. And you do know that your crime is punishable by exile. Correct?” “Unfortunately, the law is the law.” “It seems it’s your lucky day. Your profile reads twenty years of age, am I correct?” “Yes, Alpha Axel,” he said. “In account of cooperative behavior and general youthful naivety, I’m letting you off with a warning. The next time, a warning won’t be an option. I want the entire article on this very law written word for word followed by a detailed summary on my desk before you leave tomorrow. Understood?” “Yes, Alpha Axel. It’d be my pleasure,” the young man smiles to the Alpha before bending his middle in a bow, a soldier coming to his side there after to escort him to his bunk.