Inside Job Character Novels & Stories

“No not really though. It’s a huge office building, so we don’t work on the same floor. Tonight was actually the second time I’ve seen him since we broke up.” “Oh, so work has got to be miserable, I guess?.” Javan asks, eyebrows raised. “That’s not cool or how do you kids say it these days?.” “My job isn’t very cool,” Addison admits chuckling at the realization that Javan must be old. “I’m not like a designer, or a model, or anything even half as exciting as that. I’m just like behind the desk at work submitting files and all that stuff.” “I still think that’s cool even though you don’t think so,” Javan says. “You probably get to see a lot of the company’s inner workings, right? I’ve always

“I haven’t made up my mind yet!” “Good god, Charlie, why the heck not?” she blinks. “You need this.” “It's complicated…” I try to explain. “In what way?” Her face is aghast with horror. "Your day job sucks. Your night job is unpredictable. You need a job. This is a job." I hold up the offer, pointing at the stationery where it says MMK Industries. "Look familiar?" I quiz her. “Isn’t that…?” “Yes,” I confirm. “The same company where Andy works.”

It was supposed to be a sweet moment with Landon already making his move, but she kept bringing up work. Any man would find it a mood-killer. He countered, "What's wrong with working at Nebula Group?" She knew it would be nice and stable, but she worried it would put him in a difficult position, that people would talk. After all, a mailroom job wasn't exactly glamorous. She voiced her concerns quietly. He scoffed. "These days, people eat up stories like 'The CEO Fell for the Janitor.' Why can't I do the same, too? I'm just a CEO at the office. If I hadn't been born lucky, I'd be nobody."

"Where do you work? if you don't mind me asking." "I currently work in a bank, not too far from here. Hopefully I will get this CEO promotion soon, so that I can boss around these idiots. Do you know how tough it is, to work in a job full of people who only cares about themselves? I hate it." Jacob responded, with irriation in his voice that could slice somebody in half.

Steve was a successful billionaire CEO, he was hard-working, he travels a lot, he was so attached to his job than any other things in this world, he values his job, and managed his businesses very well, and he was tough and shroud, he behaves eccentrically once in a while whenever he comes across problems in his office or on his way to move to the next level,

, asked Jasmine. "You didn't go to work?", I asked her. "No. I was with her. I hate working. But Charlie is very motivated. She had changed a lot", said Jasmine. Yes, she was right. Charlie, I used to know a hated working but being here bought a big change in her She used to work for Jeff but now she had started working in a real estate business. Jeff said that she would be his competitor one day. She had only started and the business world had sucked her in. She now understands why she couldn't shine in jobs.

“Since I fucked up my usual job, I guess.” Flashing a smile at an elegant lady approaching the building, I open the door for her. She doesn’t even thank me, but I am used to New Yorkers by now. Jussuf laughs, crossing his hands in front of his frame. “What is your usual job?” “IT,” I answer, letting the door close behind me as I turn to the street as well. His eyes widen, capturing my interest as he shifts on his feet to look at me. “You are the new pet for the boss?”

My heart was hammering against my ribs, but on the outside, I was the picture of calm, polished professionalism. I was in the final interview for the Vice President of Acquisitions role at Davenport Industries, a job I had been dreaming of for years. The office was a temple of glass and steel on the 75th floor, with a view of the entire city sprawling below.

I’ve not been honest with you about everything else. Davis leaned forward, his gaze intensifying. She swallowed. "When I came here to plead for my dad’s job, it wasn't just about the paycheck. My mom... she’s an illegal immigrant. She fell ill with a terminal brain tumor. We needed your company's insurance—the kind only a massive corporation like Dylan Corp offers to its staff—to get her the surgery she needed. I deferred my finals, moved here, and took the clinic job just to keep our heads above water. I couldn't risk telling you we were funding an immigrant’s healthcare. And besides..." she looked up, her khaki eyes dark with a mix of shame and desire, "you only wanted to hear one thing ba

Stella was taken aback when Charlie Jr. landed a job just a day after going job hunting. They were dining at an upscale restaurant in the city center when he mentioned it. "You must be surprised that I got a job so easily," Charlie Jr. observed as he noticed the look on Stella's face. "Indeed, I am," Stella responded, beaming. "In this tough job market, finding a good job with substantial benefits is no small feat." Charlie Jr. proceeded to recount his day to her, including their visit to White Group and his surprising appointment as the company's president, a position he held before his coma and had now resumed.