Ember Hours Novels & Stories

Emma looked up at him with a frown, “No… I was on time.” He briefly glanced at his watch. “It’s seven thirty. Your shift starts at seven.” “I was here at seven. I-“ “If I didn’t see you, that means you were not here.” Joshua said, “I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to cut this from your paycheck.” Emma widened her eyes, “Joshua, I swear I was-“ “Please avoid this next time by showing up on time.” He said, giving her a wink.

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.

“So? You sure you’ve confirmed the materials for that bangle? Or are you planning your escape?” Grace avoided her gaze. “I never said I was leaving.” “Oh please,” Clara rolled her eyes. “The way you're fidgeting? I’d bet money your husband’s downstairs again.” Busted. Clara kept going: “Even if we go by the standard 35-hour workweek, you still owe me 18 hours.” “I had legal time off last Wednesday to Friday,” Grace retorted. “Plus I stayed late on Tuesday. So I don’t owe you 18.”

“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?”

He ordered. "I still have three hours left... Before my absence for today is enough, if I am absent now I will not be paid..." Beth replied feeling proud of herself, she hasn't worked enough hours today to get paid, at least she must have been absent for seven hours to count into work that day. "It's okay Beth... Later you can be absent and come in again....just add some hours more, you were already at the head office... For one hour..." said Shania with a stern face.

Not after him. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and gave him a small smile, “Thank you for not killing my best friend and also for those amazing acting skills. Word to the wise though, Emery is like a blood hound when it comes to lies so you better make sure your stories are always on point.” I laughed and looked back and saw that Emery was on his phone with an annoyed look on his face. I wonder if work just called him in. I hope not because I can’t be alone with Dalton. I don’t trust myself and I don’t know if I trust him. “Well, shit,” Emery was putting his phone in his pocket when he came back into the living room, “I’ve been called in. Seems Hernandez caught the funk and calle

Fumi: you said that ten minutes ago Becca: it was actually TWENTY minutes Me: writing that in capital letters makes no difference Becca: YES IT DOES Me: I have a job, you guys. I can’t just up and leave. Becca: YES YOU CAN I rolled my eyes at the keyboard. Unlike Rebecca Hamilton, I wasn’t a trust fund baby. And no, I couldn’t leave until it was closing hours. Companies had rules. She would know that if she worked outside one of her father’s companies for longer than a day. Fumi: HURRY UP ELIZABETH!! Me: be there in twenty-five

They knew she had to be at the brunch meeting as well, but she was still recovering from everything that had happened to her. Oliver opened his trusty phone and read through the information. “It says here not to wake her, since she needs sleep and it could make her grumpy.” Suddenly, Ember’s hand shot out and she took Oliver’s phone, blinking at the screen a few times to help her sleepy eyes focus. He hadn’t even realized she’d woken up while he carried her. “This is a website for babies and toddlers.” She answered with annoyance and then glared at Oliver.