Inside Out Mind Worker Novels & Stories

A few hours later, he replied in my head: Please don’t tell anyone, OK, I will do it. I don’t want to get caught. I’ll do anything if you don’t tell anyone. Please Jimmy. I felt amazing after that. I was like a superhero! I even started a list of names for myself for fun The silent one Mind Speaker Truth Talker Redeemer Super mind truth teller

Roman Lysander pushed open the main door, and the heat from outside surged into the air-conditioned office. Sweat quickly formed on my temples, though I knew it had less to do with the weather and everything to do with the man approaching me with such intent. I had to tilt my head back to keep my focus on his face as he moved closer. My eyes widened, and my lips parted, feeling like a star-struck fool. I must have looked ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it.

He spats rudely and turns his head to stare outside the window. Not going to lie, his words stung. They shouldn't bother me but he had been so nice to me for the past two months and now suddenly he's acting like a dick again. Winston flashes me apologetic eyes through the review mirror and a comforting smile kind of saying, "He's an asshole, I'm sorry but we knew this already" I simply smile and then turn away. For some reason, I feel so humiliated right now but more than that, I feel pissed off. I guess I was just a dumb idiot who thought we were actually becoming friends or something. Why must I always try to see the good in people? Guess people really never change. Why was I so bothered b

He gulps and his concentration is solely on the meat. The sizzling sound of the pinkish red, juicy meat that is oozing out the tempting and delicious smell, and the bronze outer layer of it is sweating with its oil. It is sparkling that his stomach silently grumbles. Absorbed by the meat’s beauty, Luke ends up not listening to his co-workers and the communication almost breaks up until he was called up by Delin for dazing off. He apologizes and shakes off his thoughts. ‘Maybe I should take less time working here. Or maybe, I should quit and have more free time for myself.’ He wonders as he serves the meat to the head chef.

“I can’t possibly allow myself to live like a caged bird. It doesn’t matter how posh the cage is. I need someone who truly understands me as I am. Karl understands me. That’s why he won’t throw a fit because of my insistence to work or pressure me to resign. He wouldn’t want to see me wasting away like a useless person. “I know that my job might not be so commanding of respect to you, and I understand where you’re coming from. My income is hardly even a tenth of Dave's, but if there’s one thing I can say, it is that I have passion for what I do and it is my dream. I will never quit.