Nine Lies About Work Novels & Stories

Leo’s black card hadn’t worked there at all. “Really?” Jane seemed to believe her a little after hearing that. After all, if a man was interested in a woman, he usually wouldn’t let her pay for the meal. “I told you, there’s nothing going on.” Nina took the chance to set her straight. “I went to Mendel to work. Work comes first. I don’t have time to think about things like that. Besides, even if you want to tease me, you should at least pick someone realistic. Do you know what kind of man he is? How could someone like him possibly get involved with someone like me?”

And I’m not actually naive enough to marry a man I’ve only known a few weeks. But I can’t say any of that. So instead, I flash a fake, brilliant smile, and head to my cubicle. If I just focus on the work, I tell myself, my coworkers will too. Soon everything will be back to normal. Nothing’s back to normal.I can’t get any work done because everyone wants to know all the details. What Nicole’s like outside of work. How we met. How he proposed. I can’t even wash my hands in the bathroom without someone making a winking comment about how bossy Nicole must be in bed.

It would be funny if he only used one way when he couldn't predict the future. Alex continued to walk down the street because the person who would meet him was also not far from the place he had promised. He only had up to two hours left before returning to work for the second time. That's right, Alex worked not just in one place but in several places at different times. He was looking for a lot of experience and money until all his needs were perfectly taken care of without disturbing the peace of others, there was nothing in the history of Alex's life that he was difficult to trouble others because he also did not like it when he bothered others.

"Working? What kind of work?" Nicole hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain her plan. Her heart drummed in her chest as she felt Liam's gaze."Well, I was thinking that I could do odd jobs around the Pack. Maybe help out with the gardening, the cooking, or even the cleaning. I just want to do something, to contribute in some way."

Alana's POV The next few days at work, Nicholas has gone back to his other self. Meaning that he's acting like I don't exist, the only good thing is he's not giving me those lists anymore. I just do basic tasks like answering emails and other administrative things. Every time I try to have a normal conversation with him, he tells me that we can talk later. I'm not even expecting anything anymore, I just wish he'd stop acting like he cares about me then disregarding me like I'm nothing which is why I called in sick Thursday. I never call in sick but I can't stand to be in that workplace anymore. The only people who treat me normally is Enzo and Carlo, I've tried to speak to other girls but wh

"Umm... It's okay I guess. He can be very snappy at times but he's a really good boss. He's very fair and thoughtful. Definitely the best person I've ever worked with." "Is he now? How many jobs have you had at so far?" "Three. This is my third. What about you?" "Seven." "Oh, well... you didn't put all seven on your resume." "No I didn't." He said. "And that was by choice. There was always something up with the women that I worked with." "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

Stella pov I did not believe that Jonathan would actually let me go for job interviews. I thought he would stop me when I told him I was going for my first job interview, but he just told me good luck and let me go out, and that was it. That was how I went for ten job interviews, and I am now waiting to get called by one of them. I know that work is hard, but I did not know that a 9 to 5 job and looking for a job but even harder.

Ariana POV By the end of my second week at work, I had learned three important lessons. First, office coffee was somehow worse than university coffee, which should have been scientifically impossible. Second, meetings could have been emails ninety percent of the time. Third, no matter how professional a workplace appeared from the outside, drama always found a way inside.

The words felt too small to hold the truth of them, too thin to carry the hollow echo they left in me. “How long have you been working here?” he asked. I hesitated. Lies here were fragile, dangerous things. One false note and I could unravel. “Since they died. I had to work to live. Like you. But unlike you, I don’t steal.” His brows rose, half amused. “Still. It’s a good job for a full belly.”

"You're so wild at heart, and you can't even behave like a decent human being! "At the very least, return their money, compensate them for emotional distress, and apologize properly. End things peacefully if you want to break up. Why resort to violence?" These coworkers, completely ignorant of the truth, had chosen to believe Karen's one-sided story without question. In their eyes, I was already nailed to the pillar of shame—the unforgivable one at fault. It was honestly so absurd I almost wanted to laugh.