Inside Job Character Novels & Stories

After graduating from high school, I helped the whole class get in touch with my uncle's factory, which offered a 3,000-dollar monthly salary with room and board included, so we could save up some money for our upcoming college life. More than 20 of my classmates signed up. Then Emily June suddenly typed: [3,000 dollars? Are you trying to rip off your own classmates? I found a job online that pays 7,000 dollars a month. It includes room and board too.] The group chat exploded, and my classmates immediately turned on me. [Jasper, are you getting kickbacks from your uncle?] [We trusted you!] Everyone withdrew their applications and followed Emily instead. Well, fine. If they trusted he

A middle-aged man walked in. He was Vance, the director. “We have a new employee joining us today?” He glanced at the door,smiling and said to her. “Come in and introduce yourself.” My lips parted when she walked into the hall. “Good morning everyone, I’m Carla Esteban, this is my first official job since I graduated and I’m looking forward to working with all of you, it’s always been my dream to work with great people like you all.” I rolled my eyes and wasn’t surprised to hear the others say that she was humble.

"You're working for a man whose job is his whole life. No personality whatsoever beyond the money he makes and what he can get out of others." ...Jia found herself wanting to disagree. Oh, he had a personality, alright. A domineering one. Cold. Simmering, aggressive. She remembered just two days ago by the elevator doors when he had frightened the wits out of her. "What's that look on your face?" She gave her head a quick shake to throw off the wandering thoughts. "Sorry, what?" "You look like you swallowed a needle. What, you sick of him already? You just started working for him this week."

It's both comforting and constricting, this new order. Jack is likely on his way to the first job site by now, navigating the Houston streets with the same ease he applies to everything. I imagine him pausing at a red light, tapping his fingers to some beat only he can hear. He's always in motion, always a step ahead, but never so far that I can't reach him. I shuffle papers, busying myself with the details of a new account. The tasks are simple but unfamiliar, like fitting into a new identity. My old boss would laugh at the sight of me, perched behind a corporate desk instead of climbing a ladder or unpacking freight.

The others just nod their head as if they don't expect anything different. It wouldn't be the first time someone bought their way to the top in LA. I almost start laughing. I wish I had enough money to do that, to just buy my way into whatever I need. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now using my ex-husband's facilities. "Didn't you know," the man continues. "She's the boss' ex-wife. She doesn't need to be good--she got the job because..." I can't hear what else said as his voice went very low and the door ding announcing our arrival on the design floor.

Charles had exploited all our desires and needs fooling us with his money and he used them as our weaknesses and our lump side so that he could bring us into this hell of a job. By the way I work as the driver here. I am in a very awkward way, kind of his right hand man around here, and oh! Finally, least I forget its not advisable to run away not to speak of trying to, Its important you know that the boss has eyes everywhere and I mean everywhere. said Ben getting up to leave.

Isabella's POV I got the job. I was the assistant to the CEO of Ciel's Enterprise. At first, I was glad because it meant that I won't have to be thrown out of my apartment into the streets of New York but I was already skeptical and nervous just having to work for this man that made my nerves jump.

"Liar." Zayne was so filled with emotions that he started explaining himself. "I… I’m not a liar. I’m a PR member of a headhunting company, and I’m responsible for collecting and compiling job vacancies positions for various companies. If you’re looking for a job, then feel free to ask me for help." Jay eyed Zayne suspiciously. "I am looking for a job, actually." Zayne put on a proper attitude. "I happen to be short of a choreman who can help a school cafeteria in doing odd jobs, washing the dishes..."

"Boss is in his office. Go ahead and knock on the door. He don't bite too bad." Both men laughed and went back to work. Swell. A jackass for a boss. Josh swallowed a sigh. This might be what he was searching for, a complete change of environment so he could forget about his demons and his disgrace. He made his way to the other side of the building and eased inside toward the door marked Office. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought, and rapped on the glass window. The man sitting inside didn't appear the least bit friendly. Even sitting down, he was big, and very muscular, his dark hair on the long side. He looked up at the sound of the knock, a decidedly unfriendly expression on his fa

CLEANING BREAK TURNS KINKY I never expected my Tuesday morning cleaning shift at Mr. Voss’s mansion to end with me bent over the kitchen island getting fucked by my billionaire boss. I was just Edwin, the 24-year-old cleaner who showed up five days a week in my gray uniform polo and black shorts, earbuds in, trying to stay invisible while polishing marble and scrubbing floors that cost more than my entire year’s rent.