Inside Job Character Novels & Stories

But these were all what the Job came with and if she was going to be occupying a higher position in future, she had to have a thick skin and a no-nonsense attitude to things and people, it was an important prerequisite. "Get me enough dirt and all the illegal stuffs Duncan and his minion have engaged in before and during their time in the company..Now!" "Yes Boss." She skips off to her office to get the materials ready whilst I put Jimmy on call. He picks on the first ring and sounds almost exactly as he did this morning, his raspy voice and mannerisms just the same way. "I knew you would miss me Boss, I'm the most competent of all the staff at the Organization."

What was this man up to? He turned and began walking away. What was even wrong with Luca? One moment, he was complimenting me. And the next moment, he's threatening me. After the day job, I finally got back to the house. As I plonked to the couch, I began to reminisce on how I got myself in this mess all because I was looking for a job. Why was his full identity not publicly known? And why did he pretend like he didn't know who I was when he first entered the office? He told me he employed me specifically.

I quickly waved the discussion off; I had more important things to deal with right now. "OMG, you are really broken, girl. Where are you coming from, anyway?" She asked as her eyes searched me, scrutinizing me from head to toe. "I took the job," I said almost in a whisper, and I quickly headed for the bedroom. "Huh?" I heard Jenny’s faint voice from the living room and then her footsteps as she followed me behind. I got into my bedroom, and she followed immediately. "What job, Anna?" she queried. "The position of Personal assistant to the CEO of Blackwood precious stones and jewelry is that job." I announced as I unbuttoned my shirt.

“Mr. Sinclair personally selected the theme. He’s already in the private viewing room.” My blood ran cold. Of course he was. She continued casually, as if she wasn’t delivering another layer of my personal hell. “Tonight’s scene is ‘The Final Interview.’ You’re a desperate, overqualified black executive assistant trying to land a high-paying corporate job. The panel will test just how… committed you are.” I wanted to laugh. Or cry. Or scream.

I showed up with no make-up, wearing what I’d wear at home watching N*****x with Gina, and he still came on to me. And you kissed him, you big dummy! “Shit, shit, shit!” I exclaim, smacking my fist against my knee. Groaning, I slump forward against the steering wheel and breathe. You’d think I would have learned my lesson from the last one of these jobs I tried to keep. I went to work for a man named Charles Harton, an investment banker, who wanted someone to make dinner for him and his wife, Karen, every night. I may not have much experience with men, but I saw the looks he was giving me —and so did she.

That was one of the perks of posing as an immigrant, you get all the shitty jobs. I hated the job, but it was enough to keep me afloat. Plus, who would look for a bad guy like Marco in a garment factory. That was a job for someone like Jessica. The employee who hates everyone and ends up sleeping with the boss just so she could be promoted and maybe marry him, get pregnant for his gardener and still get his inheritance.

It is always like that… it has become a cycle. Well, even if the everyday life of the people has become a cycle without any apparent change, at least it was not as mundane to a certain blonde who was busy opening the windows of their office. “Finally, fresh air! Seriously, Sir, you should really let the air in the office or else the cigarette smell would stick to the walls. And we both know how stinky it is,” Jack Morcov, the assistant to the office said as he handled all the simple chores that are in the office. Jack Morcov never really imagined that he would be working in an office, let alone at the office of a Private Investigator. At first, his dream job was to join the task force or the

She would have made a great beta before she stepped aside, but she made a quality beta-female as well. Jax notices Alaska’s boss approaching with a smiling face. He is a short, slightly rotund middle-aged man who always has a smile on his face, his chubby cheeks are always pink, he is the opposite of what one would expect a successful business owner to look like, he is just proof that with the best staff, that it isn’t necessary to be a bad man to be successful. "Jaxson, I am so glad you could make it tonight" Jaxson has only been seen in the company a handful of times. They try not to make themselves a target and following two people home is a lot easier and they really don’t have time for

"You will be working with me from now on. Your work is simple. You would be an Intern. That means you would go around the company every day, learning about the things you do and you would start with designing characters. Whenever you successfully design a great character and come up with a good storyline, you will be fully employed. I hate lateness when it comes to my work. Whenever I come to this office, I must meet you here." He spoke with pride and fierceness. He was stern and he looked more like a businessman now. Now I realize it. He had two sides of him, and I do not like both. "Okay, sir." I gave a straight reply. He raised a brow and rested his back on the royally carved chair. Arms

It was a typical morning at Robert's office as employees hustled about, engaged in their daily tasks. The hum of keyboards, the occasional ringing of phones, and the low chatter of conversations filled the air. Robert, the diligent and dedicated CEO of a successful company, sat behind his desk, engrossed in a pile of papers. The weight of responsibility rested upon his shoulders as he strived to ensure the well-being and success of his organization.