Ember Hours Novels & Stories

Em thanked the man several more times before she and the others went back up front to the office space. “Okay Emerson .. there’s a few papers I need you to fill out. And since you can’t really write right now I’ll let you take those with you. I’ll need to train you for a couple days but I think you’ll be good to go after that. And I know your on break right now but once school and your other job starts up we will have to figure out your hours. For now .. how about you come in.. day after tomorrow around 9:30 and I’ll show you everything? After that we can figure out the next day.. maybe the day after in the afternoon. That way you can kind of see the difference. Now next week we will be clos

I was teary-eyed as he spoke and briefly nodded, "No, I told you so, though?" "no. You should know we don't do that here." I fought tears again, but this time around, I was fighting grateful tears. PARIS's POV Ember didn't attend the next meeting. I did not need anyone to tell me something was wrong because I knew Ember's passion. So this behavior was simply odd. "Where is Ember?" I asked Bella, her assistant at the end of the meeting. She looked from the papers she was gathering and smiled gently, "she called in sick. She's been a bit down for days now, as she hasn't come into the company for a few days now."

Callie grinned widely and nodded enthusiastically. "That’s impossible," Alethea replied, still skeptical. "What’s impossible? Remember, your working hours are twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for an entire month. That’s why the pay is so high. They also said the rest of it is basically a weekend bonus," Callie explained. "Have you ever heard of a more incredible offer than this? Even my mom said she’d take the job herself if her health allowed it. And me? I’d do it too, but my mom said I’m not as gentle or patient as you, so hiring me would only ruin her agency’s reputation." Callie sighed, feigning frustration.

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

Greene. *What benefit do I get from helping your investigation?* *My employer has given me the leeway to give you one hundred dollars for every hour of your time spent helping with our investigation.* *And what if I am not here for a full hour.* *Then your minimum payment would be one hundred dollars, if you’re here a minute after the hour it will increase $100 more.* *Whatever Amelia did, she must’ve done bad this time. That’s a lot of money to be offering some woman who’s info may or may not help you.*

It was eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, seventeen-thirty when my cell phone finally rang. "Hello, Amber" I heard his voice, I felt strangely weak, I answered it unable to impose all the anger I must have been feeling for having been left standing all day "I ended up forgetting to tell you, it turns out that today there was a make-up event at the center where all the employees came to participate, so there was no work, I hope you noticed and went home, but Monday we will have normal working hours, so I'll expect you at half seven at the company to start work."

Helma nodded and waved at Mary before walking out after him. D.B.C pay day was on more stressful than she imagined. The company pays per hour at work, hence all heads of departments will send in the time frame all workers under them had worked for that month before their saleies are calculated and sent to them. Helma had to prepare a fresh list, different from the last month's containing the account details of all employees of the company and their pay for the month. It took Helma the whole day to pile up the list before mailing them to the company bank accountant. After the long day, Donald sent Helma a memo.

“Uh-huh. Bye.” Emma made her way through the office, warmly greeting her former colleagues and a few of her former patients. She desperately missed working for the mental health clinic, and she was hoping to come back to work in about six months. She and Dean had talked about her slowly taking on a few hours a week – maybe twelve – and working her way back up to a full-time schedule in about a year.

CHAPTER 66 Anne is in her stock room and is busy with monthly reports. Her time is more divided because her ambassador, Grace, is on vacation. And it’s more than a month away from vacation. The policy of the company Anne works for is so good because they have a month or more of vacation. And they still have an allowance from the company. They have hired a seasonal ambassador but she has not yet memorized their products. She is busy making reports. When her cellphone rang.

“Because if he hadn’t been gone, I would have been. That guy was living in the Middle Ages ... or somewhere.” “How about the girls?” Kim asked. “Have any ideas?” Harrison replied. “Yes, I do,” Kim began. “First of all, there’s all that overtime. I think we should pay them double-time for all the hours they worked — we can reconstruct them pretty well from the security logs. I think Jane Chalmers can hold down the fort here for the next two weeks ... working 8 to 5, thank-you-very-much, while the other girls spend this week in the hospital and leave Friday night or Saturday for a week in Hawaii on the company. How’s that sound?”