Inside Job Character Novels & Stories

Little sad that I couldn't take a nap, but I am happy because it's showtime. I walk towards the HR office and notice it is simply made up of glasses. It's completely see-through. No curtains, no cupboards, no couch even. Just plain chairs and a table inside a glass cabin. How boring! I take a deep breath and open the door, "May I come in?" There are three people, one of them waves at me to come inside. I greet them all, get seated as they take my resume, and analyze it keenly. "What a young man like you doing here? You are supposed to celebrate your graduation. What brings you here?" The one with broad shoulders asks me. What is he doing here? He could be a bodybuilder or a sugar daddy!

Snapping back to reality As the silence between them lingered, Jenny suddenly snapped back into reality, her breath caught and she quickly sat up. Her job is the Supervisor. She had completely forgotten she came to dress up her billionaire boss's room, do other cleaning, and report back to Mrs Shelton, the strict supervisor in charge of all the household staff in Mr Ken's mansion, she interviews employees to know if they are fit for the job, direct and give instructions to them on things to do and not do in the premises.

They left the UK when their parents divorced, leaving their older brother behind because of their sick mom. I couldn’t say anything about myself to Jacey. I had no interest in sharing my life with anyone because nothing was good to share. It would probably ruin the mood if I told her the tragedy of my life. I didn’t want that. Thirty minutes later, a man with eyeglasses came into the room. It was the assistant manager of HR, Mark Collins. He wore a designer jacket with the company logo on the chest, a dark red turtleneck, and tight black pants. From his looks, everyone seemed to have the freedom to express their fashion style. I thought that the company was suitable for a person who already

She felt that he was reliable–just like he had been the previous night when she had been feeling down due to the rejection. Now that she was no longer absorbed in the book she was reading, she took notice of his appearance. She took in his shabby work jacket and how weary he appeared, the same as he had the previous night. Since he was interested in her job and how her day had been, she figured it was safe to ask him about his. “What job do you do?” she asked. Jacob hadn’t expected Isabelle to ask about his job, but he knew he should have seen it coming after showing so much interest in hers. But he wasn’t worried–he already had an answer for her. “I work as a part-time sanitation worker.”

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This novel is original and a pure work of fiction. Every character in here is completely fictitious and is born of my imagination. Any resemblance to real name, person, or event is purely coincidental. Enjoy reading.) ..................... At the CH Advertising and Design: It was a monday morning. All the employees were busy doing their work there. But the girl who was sitting inside her cubicle, seemed to be lost in her own world. She was an intern business design analyst here. Though she was good at her work, no one really appreciated her for her hard work. But it was her fault that no one wished to sit or talk with her. She deserved it. No one ever talked to her except for

I didn't think she was spending her weekends alone or that she felt so alone that she had trouble sleeping. I want to know more. I sit in her chair and read the journal starting with the first entry. Entry 4.7: Today was my first day at work. The job is as tough as I thought it would be, but I'm not going to crack. I'm going to do my best. My hot boss is counting on me, after all. He has these intense black eyes and this perfect dark brown hair, like really dark. And don't get me started about how his body looks, especially in a suit. You know I have a thing for men in suits, but I swear none of them can rock a suit like Shawn Colby can.

i was like"will I really get a job here?" I motivated myself for a while,I can do this,I inhaled and exhaled before going into the company.I was stopped by the security before I could enter the main building.he looked at me questioningly."I have a job interview today"I said to him showing him my card before he allowed me in. I couldn't help but admire the employees there,they looked classic in their dress code which was a black pants or skirts with a sparkling white shirt.

"You came here for a reason. You need a job. A life. You don’t need him." The job listings had said Majesties was hiring. Not for high-level positions, but for janitorial staff, maintenance and cleaning. She stared back at the building, the fire in her, igniting again. She would not walk away. Not like last time. The waiting room for interviews was nothing like the grand lobby. Fluorescent lights shown above. The chairs were hard. The floor was scratched. She sat quietly, holding her resume, watching as a man in a navy uniform walked out and called the next name.

"Oh come on. It's my job my duty my responsibility to comfort you. So that's not making you dependent. That's relieving you." "But I am not used to it Dhruv." "Get used to it. And I forgot to ask. Now that Kartik is gone. Are you gonna join my office or not???" "Well, I would think about it. But why would I join yours??? I don't have any experience working there."

The atmosphere became tensed as every employee held their breath as they knew what was incoming. "I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry... Please pardon me!" Oscar bent to his level, his hands reaching out to the man's shoulder in a pretty tight grip. " I have just one question for you.. What exactly is your Job in my company? " " To.. To.. " The man stuttered. " To what? " " Clean sir.. My job is to clean" " Good.. Now, is it part of your job to have headphones on while working? " Oscar asked Again, taking off his headphones.