Just Another Day In The Office Novels & Stories

I got to teach at a local school for kids. Work in Avernia was relatively relaxed. School days ended early in the afternoon, so once the children went home, I would head back, too. I usually spent the rest of the time reading, writing, or simply allowing myself to breathe. Day by day, life began to feel normal. Gavin would often stop by with takeout or groceries, always bringing something warm and comforting. One evening, he turned on the TV to a Velmarish news broadcast—something I hadn't seen in months.

He puts his hand on her shoulder softly and says quietly, "Are you ok? It's really not that bad." She turns to face him head on, and through the tears she manages to say, "I have already had a bad morning. I woke up late because my alarm didn't go off, and now I am really late for work. My boss is going to fire me as soon as I walk through the door.” Batting her lashes she continues, “Officer, I’m sorry I wasn't paying as much attention to my speed as I should have." He looks down at her gently and smiles. "Ma'am, I am willing to forget I saw you this morning if you put a smile on that face of yours and cheer up. I am sure it's not as bad as you think. After all, you met me."

Everyone gets tired. At the office, the familiar hum of keyboards and muted conversations wrapped around me like a blanket. I liked this place for its predictability. The printer always jammed at ten. The coffee machine groaned like it was on its last breath. Someone always microwaved fish on Fridays and pretended not to notice the glares. I slid into my chair and powered up my computer, letting routine take over. Emails, reports, numbers that made sense because they followed rules. Unlike people. “Morning, Riley,” someone called from across the room.

Chapter 1 (Rachel's POV) It was another rainy day in London. Nothing new. I was born in London, so rain to me was something that's almost a must every day. But when I woke up at 6am this morning, I had no idea it would be raining in my life as well. I was sitting in my office, going over some papers for my boss and waiting for my lunch break. See, I was just an ordinary secretary in a huge law firm but I didn't care.

The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the office building, casting a warm glow over the rows of desks and bustling employees. It was the beginning of a new day at Tech Innovations, a place buzzing with energy, where people chatted, laughed, and typed away on their keyboards. To most of the employees, this was just another Monday, but for me, it was a completely new experience, and I felt like an outsider in a sea of familiarity.

THE NEXT DAY Lydia dressed up for work and walked out of her house, she took a taxi and head to work. She got to work and head to the office, she got there and as usual she met it empty. She walked out and got his coffee, she got back to his office and drop it on the table, she sat on his chair and checked his email so she could prepare his schedule for the day. She went through it and prepared the schedule, she was about to stand up when another message came up on the screen.

Macy’s boulevard wasn’t a long distance from Lucas’ apartment, so he and Emma walked to the meet place. When they had arrived they discovered it was just an ordinary office suite, tucked between other office suites. When they entered the building they were greeted by yet another rendition of Ernest the door man. This time around he seemed to have a bit more responsibility as he worked the reception desk of this office. “Welcome to Becker’s accounting firm, do you have an appointment with us today?” Ernest asked politely when Lucas and Emma entered.

Gambo screamed in disbelief " is that even possible. You have an office here for a reason , to remain in it for as long as the day requires." "Haha" Nena laughed again. " Funny you. No I don't. You seem to have forgotten how it works with Government contracts in this country of ours. You don't have to show up at the office everyday, only your signature does. That privilege is actually the whole beauty of it." "But if everyone has this same idea as you. How are we then supposed to get the job done. How do we get anything done in the country with a mentality like that." "Oh , Don't be like that now director. Don't get all motivational on me now. Actually, I'm not always this absent. I just nee

The day had been slow, the kind of slow that made you count the minutes and check the clock every few seconds, hoping time would move faster. Work was dragging, and there wasn’t much to do except stare at my screen, answer a few emails, and pretend I wasn’t still thinking about Nick. But just when I thought the day would crawl by without anything interesting happening, Mr. Lawrence Peterson called me into his office.

This might very well be my last hope of finding Neil. During the day, I felt an overwhelming sense of unease, as if the entire workday dragged on like an eternity. I left the office early, my mind swirling with anxiety and restlessness. Despite a mountain of unfinished paperwork and calls waiting to be made, I couldn’t focus. The moment I stepped out of the office, I found myself at a loss for any words of comfort, as if all the pressures of work only intensified my worry about the impending meeting.