Ember Hours Novels & Stories

"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!"

When he was looking at her like that . "Yeah you could come . Mariah will bring you and remember no rough play ? If you promise to be a good boy that I'll think about you coming to my company for the whole week . What do you say Zeke ?? " Emily said all smiles as she knew that Zeke would literally jump at any opportunity to come to his mom company . Not every day does the chance come like this EME corporation was Emily's company and was pretty influential in Canada . She was planning to expand her business and start in some new areas . That was what she was currently working towards

"Trials begin in an hour, and half of you look like you'd rather be anywhere else." Master Renna's voice cut crisp across the assembled first-years lined up in the courtyard, morning light still pale and cool against the old stone. "Good. Fear keeps you honest. Complacency gets you hurt."

Elma's POV It was 10:00am, Sunday morning. I didn't go to work today cause Mr Benson kept the day sacred. He said he spends the day cleaning up his house, resting and visit his wife in the cemetery. I offered to help out in the cleaning but he insisted I stay at home and rest. I have been working there for three days now and it has been nothing but fun. Mr Benson was very happy since the passed three days. He still calls me his lucky charm. According to him, he hasn't made so much like he did since I started working for him. I was very glad that I brought happiness to his heart, he is such a kind man.

“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.”

Laughing and shaking her head, Britney continued to type on the keyboard. Her patience with Uncle's family was only limited to this point. If they caused any more trouble, she would no longer tolerate it. No matter how much she said, it was useless; the other party needed to know when to stop. Britney's work status was still good for the day. She managed to consolidate the reports submitted by each person before leaving work. She planned to take the remaining work home to work overtime. She did not forget the phone call in the morning. The Hammond Group had slightly staggered working hours for each department, which also helped to avoid excessive crowding of employees during arrival and depa

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.

As the junior analyst in the finance department, I was the one stuck with the grunt work, especially on a Friday night when everyone else had bolted for happy hour or home. My name is Emily, and at twenty-five, I'd convinced myself that this job at Sterling & Associates was a stepping stone. Climb the ladder, pay off student loans, maybe snag a promotion before thirty. But tonight, the ladder felt more like a treadmill. The boss, Mr. Williams, had dropped a last-minute bombshell: "Emily, we need those figures crunched by Monday. Stay late if you have to." His tone left no room for argument, and with my rent due, I couldn't afford to push back.

He came closer to me and said in a deep hoarse voice, "Jenny Gomez, what are you doing here?" OH MY GOD! HE KNOWS MY NAME! I AM SO HAPPY! I said, "Sir, I am working overtime. Actually, I couldn't finish my work due to family problems. But, I would definitely finish it in two days." He was just looking at my eyes. His eyes were deep and black like they were eager to eat me. I looked at him nervously. "Why is he not saying anything?" I was thinking. After a pause of one minute, he said in a deep yet hoarse voice, "Our Lotus Group isn't harsh to let employees work till 2 AM."

I snapped back, but Celie already hung up. Elise gasped. "Girl, you're sure you're in for it?" "This is a fourteen-hour-a-day job, no weekends off," Karmen said. I went to the counter and picked up Celie's ladle and shook it at her. "Just watch me, Miss. Kaverina." We laughed. I caught Clarice's eyes staring at me and she smiled.