Nifty Fifty Hours Novels & Stories

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

Nah, since I have laid it out, might as well go all the way. "Correction Xander, you just said fine when I asked you for 48 hours of your time. I never specified what we will be doing during that time period" I smiled innocently at him. "are you backing out from your word now? I thought that a man never backs out of his words" and blinked at him while smiling evilly from inside. Gotcha!

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

How insane was he? “Are those materials truly worth twenty-five hours?” Oritha asked, taking the words right out of Akiko’s mouth. “We could clear a few levels before the event in twenty-five hours.” As much as Zen hated to say it, he felt this could be the right time to educate them about their mentality.

They were a hundred dollars note each, and from the look of it, I guess they would be up to twenty. I carefully sat on the bed then brought out all the money and started to count them. I gasped when I finished counting and realized that the money was forty-five thousand dollars. "Wh... what..." I mumbled as I counted them again, and it didn't miss a single cent. They really gave me forty-five thousand dollars. I took my phone and calculated the money, and I realized that they were paying me fifty dollars per hour. I was shocked because the last time I checked, the highest anyone could earn while working in a big company was at most twenty-five dollars per hour, and them paying me fifty dolla

Felix quickly answered. "What?! You want to be a mailman?" Simon was shocked and even got his food out from his mouth when he heard what Felix said. He wasn't expecting Felix to say that he wanted to apply for a job as a mailman. Simon was a working in an office but not as a manager but as a mailman. He has been working for 10 years since their business got bankrupt and their company got taken away by the bank. It started their unfortunate happenings when her wife Betty decided to bring home Felix to their house.

"Fifty." The square erupted. People were shouting now, pushing to see who would pay such a price for a human slave. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand. The trader's mouth hung open. He looked at Garrett, but the scarred alpha had gone pale. Slowly, he shook his head and backed away. "Sold!" The trader's voice cracked. "Sold to the hooded bidder for fifty gold pieces!" Guards rushed forward and cut the ropes from my wrists. My hands were numb. Everything felt like a dream, hazy and unreal.

“If you pick up extra hours, you'll make around fifty thousand dollars a year. You'll need to work for ten years to pay off your debt, Ellie.” Zack tapped the contract. “But I considered yearly increments and the fact that you can be useful for me for other tasks. So, I reduced the duration to five years.” His voice was calm as he asked. “What's wrong with it?” I opened my mouth and closed it quickly without uttering a single word. Annoyingly, Zack wasn't wrong. Twenty dollars an hour was the market rate for such a job. Honestly speaking, I didn't even bother to read further after the clause of not leaving the job for five years.

Chasing validation. But not anymore. Two cases. Thirty-five hours. Non-negotiable. This was my line. And I was holding it.