Novel & Cerita Jobs If You Love Books

I blinked, trying to center my attention and consciousness to the goal I have in mind— to get a job! "Uh— no, I was actually here to ask if the place is hiring for any staff." The woman tilted her head a little and gave me an overall look. To say that it was making me nervous was an understatement, so I looked around and started fidgeting with my fingers. "Are you someone who likes reading?" She asked, eyeing my fidgeting hands and tapping feet. "Oh! Yes, absolutely. I am very fond of books and reading, it's actually my fav–," I excitedly answered, looking back at her, however, what I saw was not what I was expecting to see.

“How did you know?” He grabbed a bottle of champagne and poured it for the two of us. “I have your CV, Rosa. All I had to do was check. Why did you settle for being PA?” My throat tightened and I gulped down the wine. “That was the only opeinng available,” I lied. “And I learrned to love the job.” Alex could’t find out that I had been planted by a rival company to sabotage their plans of buying Baker Tech. He nodded. “Now, you have a new job.”

"How have you been? You went quiet for a few days there." "Sorry. I've been... busy. School stuff. And I got a job." "A job?" His eyebrow raised slightly. "Where?" "Desert Bloom. It's a bookstore near campus." "Perfect fit for you." "You think so?" "You mentioned you like to read. Mystery novels, if I remember correctly." "Among other things." Heat crept into my cheeks. I definitely wasn't telling him about the dark romance obsession. "It's been good so far. Quiet. Relaxing."

She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier. My job was easy and simple, just help people buying their stories, cash them out, put the books back in place and finally I can read as much as I want. It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving,

“What’s your hobby?” “Do I have one?” I raised a question. “Well, everyone does. You must have something you truly enjoy doing,” “Hmmm… reading?” My brows creased. “Yes. That must be it. I love reading,” “What type of books are you into? Fiction? Nonfiction? Magazines? BL…” “Fiction,” I asserted, cutting him short. “Especially romance. It helps me live in the world I could only desire to live in with Jeremy. The kind of love and affection I crave exists only in fiction,”

It was a peaceful, healing existence — a world away from the constant danger and control of her father’s mansion. Rory had found genuine joy working part-time at a cozy local bookstore called “Pages & Tides.” She spent her days surrounded by the comforting smell of old books, recommending stories to customers, and occasionally writing her own thoughts in a private journal. The work was simple, but it gave her a sense of normalcy she had never known.

The screen lit up, too bright, making me squint for a second. It felt strange. Like this belonged to a different version of me. Before everything. I logged in anyway. My fingers hesitated on the keyboard before I typed. Jobs. The word looked simple. Too simple. I clicked. Listings filled the screen instantly. Normal jobs. Normal hours. Normal lives. I stared at them like I didn’t quite recognize what I was looking at. Retail. Office work. Reception. Things I used to consider boring. Now they looked… steady. Safe.

"I don't care what. Just talk." "Okay." His hand started moving through my hair. "Did I ever tell you about my first job? Before the bank?" "No." "I was seventeen when I got hired at a bookstore. The owner was this seventy-year-old man named Gerald who had opinions about every single book in the store. You couldn't shelve something without him appearing from nowhere and telling you three things he thought about the author's technique." "Sounds exhausting." "It was also kind of wonderful.” “Why?” “Well, he'd read everything. Every genre, every decade, every obscure corner of literature. He could tell you what someone was going through in their life based on what they were buying."

*Heidi* Organizing books has always been one of my favorite things to do in the bookstore ever since I started working with my grandparents. This is where I feel most comfortable, pretending life doesn’t exist outside of these walls. This store has been in my family for decades–generations. My grandfather passed his passion for books, and his love for this store, onto me. And as soon as I was old enough to work, I started helping him. I’m a very lonely person, but I don’t say that in a negative way. I have my grandparents, but other than that, books have always been my only friends. I’ve never made real friends in school or college, so I spend most of my time with fictional characters instea

I was excited to enter, I didn’t finish my studies because I needed to support my family, as my parents lost their jobs, and they both don’t want to work anymore, saying that I can support them now. There were many books here, mostly fiction, romance, and business-related ones. It seemed to be my boss’s leisure room, aside from his workout room. I looked at some of them, wondering if I could borrow a book, as I didn’t have much to do after I finished my tasks at his house.