Marianne Lake Salary Novels & Stories

Rachel said, placing the file back on the table. “Finally!” Evangeline said in excitement. “This family can thrive.” The smirk on Marissa's face grew wider. “You know, since you are divorced and you have nowhere to go. I can employ you as my personal maid.” She teased and Evangeline laughed. “I can offer you 700,000 dollars as compensation.” Bryce said in a serious tone. The color in Marissa's face drained. “No, Bryce! My suggestion is already good enough…let her be my personal maid. At least she would earn more.”

One wrong swipe, and she'd drown. "Your salary is nothing to laugh at," Lukas said smoothly, steepling his fingers. "Do you know the median income in Northvale scrapes around a hundred thousand dollars a year? You'll beat that easily." He paused for effect, watching her lean in despite herself. "Ever wonder how much Isaiah pulls yearly as my secretary?" Gloria shook her head cluelessly, biting her lip. "He rakes in seven hundred thousand dollars a year working tight with me. I'm very generous to my inner circle, including you, sister-in-law," Lukas drawled, dropping the old family tie like bait. Seven hundred thousand—an unbelievable fortune, life-changing for someone like Gloria.

“Yeah… something like that.” Marianne crossed her arms, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “But be careful. I heard something troubling about her.” She leaned in slightly, glancing at Macy as if she wasn’t right there. “She told you she liked your assistant, right? And she’s pregnant with twins? That woman must be lying to you, Graeme. She’s just trying to trap you and steal your money.” At that, Macy’s lips twitched. She tried to hold back the laughter, but it was impossible. The irony of it all—the woman Marianne was warning about was standing right in front of her, smiling knowingly.

The manager could have given him that offer on the first day so why the delay? "Excuse me, Ma'am, what's the exact job description of a servant?" He asked carefully. The woman's ways were quite mysterious to him. "Wrong question. You should be asking about the remuneration that goes with it. I'll tell you. As a servant, you earn an annual 500k aside from housing, clothing and holiday allowances," she smiled for the first time. Griffin was at a loss. "You mean servants go on holidays?" "I will only give you the job description after you have agreed to the position," Martha flatly announced, while giving him a straight glare. She was completely unpredictable and unreadable.

I'd managed to fall for—and knock up—a woman who couldn't stay still for a second. After our honeymoon in Italy, I had hoped that Marianne would take it easy once we got home. I had never asked her to get another job. Let's just say I had more money than common sense, so I wanted her to do what made her happy. Did she take the hint? No. Marianne felt she needed to be productive every minute, so she lasted exactly one month without work before she started to apply for remote jobs. The worst part? They had hired her.

"Yes, Donna." Then she ran away. Good for her. Now that Abra had been dealt with, I had to deal with my husband. Mariano would be home by 7, so around 6 30 I put on my best lingerie - white and lacy - Mariano says he likes it because taking it off makes him think he's corrupting an angel - and laid down on the bed in what I think is a sexy pose. And I put on some nice, sexy music. Yes, I resorted to seduction.

“Mr. Jones seems to be really busy at the moment. If… if you can’t wait, you could come back—” Mirena stood, interrupting her before she could finish. “I’m not coming back,” she said flatly, walking over to the desk, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The receptionist straightened nervously. Mirena rested one hand lightly on the counter. “How much is your salary here?” The receptionist blinked. “Pardon?” “Your monthly salary,” Mirena repeated. “How much?” The receptionist hesitated, then answered quietly, “Three thousand six hundred dollars, monthly, Ma’am.”

Charlie asked curiously, “Why do you need to look for a job? Wouldn’t it be better for you to go to your father’s company? You’re the eldest daughter of the family, and he will probably be handing his business over to you to inherit in the future.” Marianne shook her head and smiled as she said, “I’m not too interested in that business. I have been studying English at university until my doctorate degree. I don’t know anything about finance and economy, so I cannot do any work in this area at all.” Having said that, Marianne then joked in a self-deprecating manner, “Besides, look at me. I’m not suited to do business. Up till now, there is still a monthly deficit of two hundred thousand Hong

The girl says as she picks up her phone and scurries away, angrily. “That wasn't necessary though,” I say to Marianne. “That was fucking… hot,” Leo says and I shake my head. Marianne steps on the basketball court looking properly dressed like always. Marianne works at my foundation and it's her duty to make sure everything's in order. She overlooks the operation of every staff and the finances we receive through donations and grants. “Mr. Gray.” She nods at me and turns to Oliver, purposefully skipping past Leo. “Oliver Queen.” She smirks at my friend.

Mariane suddenly stood up from her seat and it made her colleagues turn their heads at her. She mouthed sorry, right after she noticed the confusing stares of her colleagues. She ran outside to continue to talk to her mom. “What happened to Jacob, Mom?” she lowered her voice, so no one could hear her. “You must come. We’re now in the hospital near your work. Jacob is burning with fever.” “What?!” “I’ll be right there in a minute,” she said before ending their conversation. Mariane immediately took her things and asked the manager for her early leave. But before she left, her manager talked to her. “Before you go home, I want to inform you that I have promoted you from an accounting clerk to