Misery Loves Company Novels & Stories

But it was like pouring a cup of water into a burning building. Rita sat on the floor, her hair a wild mess, wailing at the top of her lungs, "Why is my life so miserable?! Gary, you useless failure! How could you let the company go under?!" "Shut up!" Gary's eyes went bloodshot. He backhanded her across the face. "If you hadn't spoiled that useless daughter of yours, the company would still be standing!" The slap stunned Rita into silence. Then the two of them lunged at each other, brawling like common street thugs, clawing and tearing.

"No one understands this company better than I do. You should be well aware of that, Mr. Thompson." I could read Cassandra's thoughts like a book. She seemed to have anticipated that I wouldn't take her seriously, and she made no effort to conceal her true motives. She was so fragile, yet so resolute at the same time. "Fine," I said. "Fine, Cassandra. You asked for this," I thought to myself. "Welcome to Thompson Group, Ms. Price." We would have so much fun together. After that, whether it was out of pure amusement or some kind of twisted pleasure, I particularly enjoyed humiliating her in public. I made her a laughingstock in front of everyone, hoping that would drive her away.

"I don't like to be associated with a loser like you! I hate you!" Peter let out a dry laugh. "Darling, you are also a loser like me because Axel abandoned you. Now you are in the company of another loser whom you abandoned in the past. Our situation is similar indeed. There's a quote that says misery loves company, so I am here to keep you company. One loser + one loser equals two losers. We are indeed a perfect match made in heaven!" He laughed boisterously; his laughter filled the air.

I am guessing that’s where the company is. “What’s up with Heather and Luca? Are they together?” His expression suddenly shifts to something somber before he forces a smile. “They are just…fuck buddies.” Even though I’m used to his profanities, oddly enough Yu’s tone shifts after addressing that. “We’re here now.” I guess he doesn’t want to talk about it at all. I perk up and I’m not surprised that of course, the Milano Corp is as big as Trump’s Enterprise building. Of course the company dominates the whole hill that gets the perfect place to view the whole city.

“I feel like right now you get me, with this I mean, and well misery loves company.” If this had been any other day, I probably would say no, but he was right. Misery loves company and I am feeling miserable. “You know what? Sure, why not. I got dressed up. I came here to forget about things for a while and that’s what I’m going to do.”

"She'd left me the globe. It was beautiful. All bleeding colors and this sort of vignette inside that looked like the moon and stars. She said it was called Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams, and it had been one of Judy's favorites. I didn't know then what it was worth, but I thanked her daughter and took it. Then I turned in my letter of resignation. I didn't know what I was going to do next, but there wasn't a chance in hell I could go back to that job. Eventually, I ended up here. I started this shop as a way to honor her memory." Misty lifted her gaze to his. "Today is the four year anniversary of her death. It always gets me down." She needed comfort and kindness. Denver recognized that. But h

Reina's POV “I’m really sorry, sir. I’ll bring you a new cup.” I apologized to the man I had spilled coffee on. “Will sorry fix this?” The man hollered, towering above me. Tears sprang to my eyes. I hated being yelled at and believe me, trying to hold in your tears is an extreme sport. “I could….” I was interrupted by my boss, Mrs. Smith, a nice elderly woman. “Go attend to someone else, Reina.” She said to me, her kind eyes showed her pity towards me. She then faced the man and said a few words to calm him down.

She knew that bad luck and she were best friends so she was determined to accept that fact and move on in life with her pain and sorrow. She took a deep breath and knew that she could get through it and make it through anything life threw at her. Reaching the dining table, they found everyone already present in the dining table including Zick. Mellisa did not bother herself with greeting everyone because they were going to ignore her anyway. Everyone ate their breakfast in silence, only the sound of the spoon was heard. "Mom, my company might go bankrupt. My customers are complaining about my product" Mike said, feeling ashamed of himself. But shame was the last thing he cared about.

I could feel the doctor working desperately to revive me, but the effects of the drug were wearing off, and the pain inside my body was growing stronger. My eyelids grew heavier. In the end, the last sound I heard was the steady beeping of the monitor as my heart stopped. Elisa Neri died at 29.

The room erupted at his statement, my stomach dropping, my mind reeling at what he’d just said. I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up his hand, his single word stopping the entire room. “This company runs on discipline,” he said coldly. “Not on first-day analysts interrupting executive meetings.” My chest felt tight. Insult and injury was the new perfect combination to send me off. Fine. I'm leaving anyway, but I'm not going down alone. “With respect, sir,” I said carefully, “I prevented a three hundred million dollar mistake.” His eyes darkened, and everyone's gaze went like I had spoken to the devil.