Ember Hours の小説・ストーリー

"Yes, well, you've been working double shifts all week because yet another high school kid decided to quit without notice, and I doubt you're getting paid overtime." Melinda slumped onto one of the stools at the counter. It was true, and she was exhausted. She could only afford to hire one part-time server, which worked out fine as long as no one ever got sick—or quit. She groaned when she saw a customer's hand shoot up. Bob. He worked with Daniel in the HR department at Town Hall and had to have everything just right. He'd already sent his eggs back twice. First, they were too runny, then they were too firm.

Shirmy smiled in response. Remy said, "Indra, we're a media company so employment is pretty simple. Here's your contract. You can take a look at it and sign it once you're done." Remy passed a document to Indra. She took it from him and read the contents from top to bottom. The contract seemed pretty decent, with fixed working hours in the evening and at night. The employee would be paid as long as they had streamed for a fixed amount of hours, and there seemed to be no penalty.

said the handsome man. Eve paused, "But I'm...not..." Holding the apron, he gave her in confusion. "You need a job, don't you? Hurry back, I don't have time to explain it to you! If you can handle it, then you're hired, OK? Your working hours are 9 am to 5 pm and you'll get 50 dollars a day, no weekends off. You can take off on weekdays. How about it?" "Yes, but..." Eve was still hesitant because she hadn't applied here, but perhaps the person had mistaken her for someone else.

All he said was that they were running low on revenue and they had to let go of some workers; What a drag. I frowned as I closed the box and looked around again. I would miss certain things around here but definitely not my interaction with the customers because when you work as a receptionist – You meet well, different kinds of people. I would miss Mrs. Ember though — the nice old lady who brought me breakfast every morning, she worked as the janitor here. She was really beautiful and warm. She had big brown eyes that seemed to pull into her sockets and an oval face. Mrs Ember had little freckles and her long brown hair sat firmly at her shoulders. The woman wasn't too tall and would probab

EMBER After a night of tossing and turning, I arrived at the office on Friday morning wearing sunglasses almost as big as my head and carrying a coffee even bigger. I got the biggest, strongest cup I could find, but I was still running on fumes. Two nights of little sleep in a row made Ember a very dull girl. A very dull girl who still hadn’t heard from her boyfriend, even though it’d been more than twelve hours since he had arrived at the office and hopefully found and talked to his dad on the roof.

"We're almost to Lubbock. Can you text Tucker and tell him to get ahold of Ace? Tell him we will be at the shop in fifteen minutes so they can head over." "Sure," Emberly smiled, retrieved her phone, and started texting away. "Thanks, babe," I promised lunch for Tucker and Ace as well as paying them both ten dollars an hour every day so that they could help Emberly and me. They both have Summer jobs but primarily work mornings and evenings, so for the most part, they would be working with Emberly and me mid-afternoons on a daily basis. Minus Saturday, of course. I couldn't make them give up their only day off. They both desperately needed the extra money, though, since they would both be pay

‘Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t. -Bill Nye Ember The next morning, after breakfast, Wren showed me around the pack village. I got to meet the business owners and looked around the area. Each person I was introduced to, Wren, would tell them that I was Luna Ember. Everyone greeted me with a smile and shook my hand. They were all eager to talk to me and tell me about what they did. I didn’t meet one grumpy person and that said a lot about what was going on here.

Ember: Ember sat at her desk, surrounded by stacks of financial reports and tax returns. She was focused on reconciling a particularly tricky account, her eyes scanning the numbers with a practiced intensity. But as she glanced up at the clock on the wall, her gaze was drawn to the long hand ticking its way towards the 12, and the short hand resting on the 4. It was 4:00 PM, the official end of her workday. Ember felt a sense of relief wash over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. She saved her work on the computer, tidied up her desk, and began to pack up her things.