Ember Hours Novels & Stories

The next thing she knew, he was yelling at everyone and asking that everything be made right. They'd set out for his mansion at about 7 pm. Emily reckoned that she'd be working overtime for two hours maximum. She hadn't mentioned to Edmund that she had other things to take care of but she hoped that two hours was more than enough time for them to patch things up and rest for the night.

Six years later… Beads of sweat broke along Emily’s hairline as she ran the busy streets of B city. She winced multiple times when she checked her wristwatch and tried not to bump into the people she passed by. She was late to pick up Nia again, all thanks to her boss, who forced her to extend her shift for another hour due to a bunch of employees from the company across from their restaurant that dined in the afternoon. The fast food she was working with was open 24/7, and her shift usually started at 3 a.m. and should end by twelve.

**Eumerriah’s Point of View** I woke up early because I needed to get ready at the office before heading to the main building of the Hernandez Group of Company. I had researched that this company is owned by Kristine and her husband. “Good morning,” I greeted various crew and staff in Manager Kim's agency building. “Where’s Manager Kim?” I asked since he wasn’t in his office. I went straight to my glam team. I didn’t hire a P.A. because I don’t accept jobs that consume too much of my time. I’m fine with commercials that only take eight to twelve hours. That way, I still have time to bond with the kids every day. The glam team is enough to handle my clothes, makeup, and shoes.

“What about rest days? We’re not robots.” Bert’s smile didn’t budge. “It’s all-inclusive, Clara. Meals, housing, everything’s covered. You won’t need to worry about running to the store or anything.” Clara’s eyes narrowed. “Rest days aren’t just for grocery shopping, Bert.” He leaned back, still smug. “Seventy bucks an hour, Clara. Round the clock, even when you’re sleeping or eating. You want rest days that bad, I can give this gig to May instead.”

But because of Emma's enthusiasm, I decided to take a look. "Look at this, the pay is excellent, $100 per hour, and you just need to take care of a 6-year-old girl," she points at the screen, excited. "I see. Let me check the work hours, from 6 to 9 PM, Monday to Friday," I say, suddenly intrigued. "It perfectly fits your schedule, doesn't it?" "Yes, that's right," I can't hide my excitement. "Let me note down the email address." I immediately sent an email with my details. In half an hour, I received a reply with an address and an invitation to meet tonight.

Raiden advised and Braylen nodded and took his leave. Raiden stared at Emery once Braylen was gone. "Should I repeat the question?" Emery nodded in the negative. "All employees have the same working hours," she answered lightly. Raiden brought his wrist in front of him, checking his watch. "Name?" "Uh- Ivory Remington."

Either ways, i gotta do what i gotta do, and get the fuabk out of here. Emily's point of view. I am presently in a meeting with my workers and we were congratulating everyone who worked tirelessly to get to the stage we are now, and also we were announching those that will be off for two weaks to go on a fully founded paid vacation, since it's the close to the festive period, so it will be very much appreciated.

The company's office hours start at 8:00 am and end at 12:00 pm, a lunch break for an hour and a half, and the office hours in the afternoon starts at 1:30 pm to 5:00 pm. On this day, according to what Luisa had told them, today being the last day that Emilia would come to the company. She would only come to the office to give a few pointers for Rosabelle and say goodbye to her team, to Mr. Adams, and to Miss Klau.

"What do you mean? You can't force me to work here!" "Did you read the rules and conditions before you applied and accepted the job?" I frowned. "Yes?" A tiny smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth. Something dropped at the pit of my stomach. "Then you must've read about the three months contract. In which, you agreed to the condition that you can't leave this job at least for ninety days while accepting this job. So that means, Emerald Hutton-" he closed the gap again, stormy eyes piercing in my turquoise, "-you can't leave this company and this city at least for three months even if you want."

"But, I guess it will be fine. I'll just work and get past it." "You're going to work on Thanksgiving?" "Yeah, it'll give me time and a half for all of the hours worked until midnight, so it won't be so bad. Plus all of the hours worked the night before will count too." "That's good. Just don't over do it." "I won't." "I think you already are." "Yeah, well unless I get paid to run errands and laze around the apartment, I kind of have to."