Nine Lies About Work Novels & Stories

Raylie “The supervisor asked me not to come tonight. There’s nothing to do there. But it’s okay. I worked 24hours. I have been in since yesterday after school, remember? My salary would be the same even if I didn’t come to work tonight.” “Whoa! That company's management seems to be very willing to let you work based on your own time.” “Yeah! That’s why I am thankful they accepted me into the company.” I was flustered to hear that. Or did I just hear it wrong? Is she really working? But where? And what kind of work? She was not even eighteen so how did she manage to enter a company? Did she lie about her age?

I’d love to see this more tender side of the man because all I can truly picture is him wanting a temporary sexual relationship. “Anyway, back to business. What are your work skills and experience?” I try to hide the cringe as I think about my lack of work experience. “I’m hard-working, organized, motivated, good at communication, adaptable to many different situations, and love helping people. I’m looking for a job I can work hard in and build a future with. I am looking for a new start and hope this will be a good fit,” I tell him. I may not have a lot of experience, but putting up with Jack and running the household for him gave me at least these skills.

Nine, too, was the one who emailed them the list of the people they needed to talk to. Lily would smile as she tucked the card from Nine away so Alphonso couldn’t see it. Lily loved Alphonso but she didn’t want to expose Nine, she was Lily’s guardian angel after all. Lily did however reach out and thank Nine for having her back. Catherine had quit her job after Nine had threatened to ruin her life for overstepping her boss’ boundaries. Alphonso and Lily didn’t understand why she was quitting but they respected her decision.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready for work by now?” “No, I'm taking the day off.” Oh, God, he doesn't know anything about the accident or that I missed a week of work because of it. I keep forgetting. It's like my life has become a web of lies and secrets. Keeping track of who knows what, what I can and can't share, is a full-time job in itself.

he waves his hand around him, “Is not the right place for the conversation I would like to have.” “I’m still not sure I..” “How does 9 am work for you?” he offers. “My driver can…” “No.” “I’m sorry, what?” “I said, No,” I repeat. "I have work tomorrow and I don't trust you." “Why ever not?” he seems genuinely confused. “Because you sneak up on women without introducing yourself. Because you feel dangerous. But mostly it's because I don’t think it is a good idea. How can I take a job at the same place that my husband works?”

ELINNA “It happened in the year I started working for him. He liked working late nights and since I lived in the house, I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't work with him. It would help reduce my workload during the day, or so I thought. He acted strange, different from the man who had employed me. He was rough, made more sexual jokes, he'd never come out in the day light. He rubbed me the wrong way but it didn't matter to me because I was being paid and I slept well and ate good food and got everything I wanted since I had his card. Until on day, he touched me.”

It's always been you, hasn't it? "Was what I did really lying? I was just trying to stay alive!" I ignored him and got into the car without looking back. Seth yanked the car door open, his face hard to read. "Nevaeh, you'll regret giving up on me." I smiled and waved. "Sure. I'll just wait for that day to come." However, Seth did not do anything. Instead, Janice's revenge came. One day, during a break at work, I stumbled upon a news story claiming I bullied her.

He was filled with all smiles during the dinner and it turned out they had a lot in common, I let myself free of worries, everything was going to be fine. Monday was the worst day ever and also the slowest, Monday stood for one thing I wanted to delete from my life so badly, work. I believe the only reason people do work is because of money, if only everyone had a magical genie to give us money every week it would make things so much easier, but then if everyone quit working, it only means the world was coming to an end. This job was boring, no drama, everyone always kept to themselves and minded their business, back in the coffee shop we got something to either laugh, shout and talk about a

Brian. Brian was tired. And horny. Which made for one extremely hard to deal with alpha. All of his employees had already been gone for hours, and yet he was still at his desk, going over the end of year financial statements. It was a job he probably could have foisted off on someone else, but he’d always had a problem with needing to personally make sure things were done right. It was something his business partner Liam was always harping on about. Yes, working 16-hour days, 7 days a week was neither healthy nor sustainable, but he was a bit of a workaholic. He reached over and grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and grimacing at the stone-cold temperature. He looked at the time and saw that i

Work. 11:30 a.m ., My Office Mia kicks my door open like she owns the place, balancing two coffees and judgment . “He never gives full access to newbies,” she says, dropping into the chair across from me. “Never. I’ve been here three damn years .” “It’s just work ,” I say, sipping the coffee she hands me . “He needed someone to run numbers.” “Bullshit.” She points her straw at me. “He looked at you like you hung the damn moon.”