Misery Loves Company Novels & Stories

he totally wasn't expecting that. "You never did that but you made my life miserable. My whole lifw I've been haunted by that night beacuse of you. Out of all people did it have to be you. It's like I don't know you anymore." "You never knew me and I bet you still don't know me and what I'm capable of." "I'm glad I don't and I don't ever want to, take him away." Misery was written all over her face. She didn't know where to start from here. She couldn't help but break into tears while her knees crashed on the floor.

“But sometimes we need someone to be with us so we can be lonely together, remember that Misery loves company?” “My misery prefers solitude.” I replied him as he shook his head while coming to stand beside me. “Now I know that you are just speaking shit.” I looked at him in surprise. I would have never expected those words from him. I know for a fact that the two most cultured people in this place are him and Tiffany.

He traveled all over the country, courtroom after courtroom. I was working for a marketing company as an office assistant, a company that was slowly flushing down the toilet. Regretfully I was working the day my superior needed files delivered to Monroe and Sons Law Firm, Stefan's place of employment. "I'll carry the files to the firm during my lunch break Mitchell," I retrieved the files from his hands gracefully, though I was dreading taking the time out to do so.

However, it did little to deter Mom's determination to see the phone. In the end, Dad couldn't withstand Mom's relentless persistence. He handed the phone over. But it was nothing more than a termination notice from his company. "Are you satisfied now?" Dad said icily before he stormed away, leaving Mom standing there in a daze. After being disappointed by Dad, Mom didn't restrain herself. Instead, she became even more sensitive and paranoid. She couldn't bring herself to lash out at Dad, but when it came to others, she was anything but merciful.

It wasn’t a plea, just a statement of fact, a desperate attempt to appeal to some sliver of reason, some acknowledgment of my human limits. “I don’t care,” he cut me off, his tone merciless, utterly devoid of compassion. His eyes held no warmth, no flicker of understanding. “This company doesn’t run on pity or personal problems, Miss Sinclair. It runs on efficiency and results. If you wanted sympathy, if you wanted your little family drama to be indulged, perhaps you should’ve chosen another line of work. Or perhaps,” he paused, a cruel, calculating glint entering his eyes, “you should have considered the consequences of signing a contract with me.”

Only then did people start claiming it. The chat immediately filled up. “Thanks, Claire!” “You’re amazing!” “Appreciate it!” Rebecca walked off, clearly furious. A few minutes later, she came back and threw a T-shirt onto my desk. “Put this on. You’ll wear it for the rest of the month.” I looked down. Printed across it in bold letters were the words: COMPANY LIABILITY Rebecca raised her voice deliberately. “From now on, whoever ranks last in monthly performance wears this shirt. Some people stay at the bottom every month and still feel no shame. If you’re dead weight, you should be treated like it.”

“Andy, right? You think earning the company a few bucks gives you the right to lecture me? “Let me make this clear. This company bears the Hall family’s name, and so do I! Whoever I want to kick out, gets kicked out!” She stepped forward and looked down on me with hatred. “Don’t think I have no idea what men like you are thinking. You’re just using my mom to climb the corporate ladder. “You know full well how you got to be the company’s top salesperson. “Too bad my mom’s in the ICU now. Your backer’s gone. “And that top salesperson title? Someone else will be wearing it soon.” With that, she abruptly reached out and grabbed Bill, who had been watching the spectacle from the sidelines.

It turns out that my mother has asked for Trevor’s favor to lure me into loving him so that when things permitted to her ways, I will be coerced to work and then take over the company. I was shaking the entire time while hearing them talk about their supposed plan. I was shocked and angered by them. What do they make of me? A robot? Someone without her own mind?Yes, I admit. I have been a total jerk then compare to now but that does not mean in any way that they can play with me, talk behind my back, and treat me like a puppet. Getting up, I ran to the desk and hurled everything to the floor. I threw the computer. I tore all this fucking white papers and slumped on the floor crying afterward

"Now because of you I'm down supplies and people are asking questions they're not supposed to be asking. You see my problem here, don't you?" I looked up at Scuderi. He was shaking like a leaf in Autumn and I smiled like a maniac. Maybe I liked this too much, bringing men down on their knees and Scuderi was involuntarily feeding my vice. "I-I'm sorry but my family— I had to—" "I don't give a fuck about your sorry. You made a mistake and your mistake is costing me." A minute passes by with Scuderi silent as an empty grave. Then something close to resolve passes over him and his back straightens. I cock an eyebrow. This would be interesting.

Ashton eyed the huge glass building with frowns plastered on his forehead. It was a Multinational Company, that’s what he knew, and he hardly cared about the details then because he was still reeling in the shock of Simone’s rageful driving. It appeared to him as if she was moving an electric beater in the bowl to whisk the eggs and she had partially, whisked him in the most chaotic way. And now after terrorizing him, she was all smiles beside him as if she had done some award-winning work.