Ember Hours Novels & Stories

Ember made a mental note to get off his tracks. "You have one hour to hand me all the 650 files that are pending. If you can't do it, all of you will be cut off from getting paid this month," he said in the next meeting and he meant it. Everyone was terrorized, immediately rushing away. Ember kept her distance but she followed him everywhere.

“I'm expecting you to be here on Monday. Eight in the morning sharp.” “Copy, Sir.” “Before you leave I want you to sign this.” He handed her the contract. Ember skimmed through the agreement. After reading the terms and conditions she finally signed the papers. As she handed him the contract, something that resembled relief crossed his blue lagoon eyes. But before she could figure out what it was, it was gone. “Should I take you on a tour?” He made the offer. Ember gave a firm shake of the head. To do so would be an unnecessary hassle. She'll be working here for the next three years, so she doesn't see the point in taking a tour.

She added. "No, your schedule would be from 9 to 11 am every Monday and Friday." "So you mean after lunch, I can go home?" "Going home? Where?" "Hmmm, honestly, I plan to go to work half day at the restaurant, remember?" "I'll pay you for today's work!" Nathan's tone changed. "My attendance is more important." So, as Kimberly's voice becomes thinner. "Then quit the job. I will pay double your daily salary." "I can't just leave the restaurant."

Asia-Pacific markets have exceeded expectations. Grace makes a soft sound, and every head in the room turns toward her before quickly snapping back to attention. “Excellent,” Killian says, making notes while simultaneously checking the baby monitor app on his phone. “What about the Henderson merger timeline?” “On track for December completion, assuming no regulatory delays.” “Good. Contingency plans if there are delays?” “Fully developed and ready to implement.” I settle into the chair they have placed for me at the back of the room, close enough to take Grace if she wakes up hungry but far enough away that I can observe this surreal blending of high-stakes business and new parenthood.

"We were enjoying our holiday before being suddenly called in to work! Now, not only are we not getting the promised overtime pay, but we also have to foot the company's phone bills ourselves! "Stan made over 1,000 calls a day just to land clients and completely lost his voice!"

"I almost forgot, you're always so sharp-tongued. Since you're so good at talking, why don't you go hand out flyers at the company mall?" Lambert's face darkened as he called Ivan. "Take Lydia to the outdoor mall, give her a double stack of flyers, and she can't leave until they're all handed out!" "Sorry, but the contract clearly states that work hours are from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. on regular business days." "Then finish by the end of the day!"

After all, she was pregnant, and the baby was the most important thing. These days, in addition to Mrs. Cara, Winifred and Erasmus also took turns coming here, one in the morning and one in the evening. Of course, Erasmus came at night, because she still had to work during the day, for her friends, she even asked the evil department head to let her go home early and not have to work overtime like before, luckily he was still a little kind, and listened to her reasonable reasons so he agreed, but only for the first week.

“Your desk is there.” She pointed to a small but nice desk right outside the massive double doors to Jared’s office. It had a computer, a phone, and a blank notepad. It felt like being posted as a guard. “Let’s go over the basics,” Margaret said standing up and coming around her desk. She handed me a thin binder. “This is the employee handboo make sure you read it. Your hours are 8:30 to 5:30, with a one-hour lunch, which you will take when I or Mr. Harlan says you may. You do not leave this floor for any reason without notifying me. You do not make personal calls from this phone. You do not access personal email on this computer.”