Nine Lies About Work Novels & Stories

He frowned. “Because I don’t want a nine-to-five job. I make enough money as a freelancer, and I get to decide when to work,” I said. I was currently twenty-five, and when I first graduated, I tried my luck with a normal nine-to-five job, and I hated it. “That sounds reasonable.” He nodded. “Will you let me see your work one day?” “If you want to.” I smiled at him. “Oh, I don’t want to. I would love to.” I blushed at his words and looked down for a second before looking up at him again.

She hadn't heard of NexRealm Studios before and was uncertain of Leonard's standing in the industry. Leonard's cordial attitude had somewhat redeemed the negative impression caused by his tardiness. Had he shown any arrogance or condescension, Michelle would have left without even sipping her coffee. Since she hadn't expressed interest in his offer, Leonard refrained from going into too much detail. Instead, he presented the job's workload, compensation, and an overview of the company. Of course, he focused on the perks, conveniently omitting any mention of overtime, changing workdays, or lack of days off.

On it was a single number—99. It was the number of times they had let me down over the years. Adrian frowned, unable to make sense of it. He tossed my diary onto the floor and ordered, "Stop writing this nonsense. Nina wants to eat the garlic shrimp you make. Go wash your hands and get downstairs. Consider it an apology for that snarky remark you made to her earlier." I only hummed in response before I got up and headed downstairs. Adrian was surprised that I didn't throw a tantrum. After all, every time my family asked me to make garlic shrimp, I would always cry and whine as if it were some huge injustice.

I need to put an end of this. “Miss Yuki. Please consider and think about it. We both aware that this is possible to your story. It is also part of the contract you signed with our company." “Tss. How sweet. Owww. Thank you for your concern but I am not afraid, even I breech a lot of contracts. I can even pay for the lives of all your employees, what more about the liabilities if I breach the contract? I do not care. You better to work hard to become rank one publisher in the world, Mr. Owen. And it is your job. Focus on it.”

“It wasn't anything romantic or sexual like you think, as a matter of fact it was about work…” “Work!!” She asked, cutting into my words, and she crossed mine, and I could see fierce hatred and bitterness in them. It made me sick down to a notch. I wasn't sure of what else she wanted me to say, and it was every nerve in me not to yell right back either. “Who on earth receives work all by nine in the night? And seat at the balcony, leaned in to a chair making jokes, I'm not blind or deaf, that is you gagging and making jokes it sure as anything else didn't sound like just work to me “

Separate. I haven’t been numb like this since before she worked here. It’s relaxing. I almost missed it. “My dad used to work for Ignis,” she says. “Obviously. I mean, you’ve figured that out. But it was—it was his dream, his whole purpose in life, and he worked for your company for nine years. He loved the work here so much. Then a year ago, he went through a… a rough patch.” Reason for termination: intoxicated at work.

My heart decided to continue working against me irrespective of the amount of relaxation I desperately need. "On a scale of one to ten, how screwed am I?" "Nine point five... I am trying to be polite with this by the way." '"Nine point five is crazy business though." But it could be true. "The best part about this is that you still have the chance to call it quits. It will also reduce the complication of your life, dating or sleeping with our bosses was off the list for a reason." Sighing, I crack my neck. Do I want to end this?

I rub at my eyes, trying to wipe away the blurry vision in order to see the clock myself, but it’s just easier to ask. “It’s past nine. What are you doing at the office anyways? I thought this weekend you intentionally gave yourself off.” “I did, I just had a rough night last night and work puts my mind at ease. What’s the emergency anyways?” The slur of my slow paced words would make anyone believe that I was drinking instead of working. Well, sleeping. “Rough night, huh? Not to mention, what kind of weirdo gets relaxed by work?” Juliet says jokingly even though she just insulted me.

Chapter 9- First Day NATHANIA's POV It's my first day to work but it seems like I am no longer excited to work. I don't know why I'm like this, it's like I just want to stretch all day but I remember-- I'm just poor so I have to get up and work.

I hadn't relied on anyone or borrowed someone else's spotlight. After completing my studies, I was hired as a professor at one of the top universities in my home country of Shynear. Before returning to Shynear to teach, I decided to go on a trip around the world. Along the way, I traveled to many countries and saw many unforgettable landscapes. It wasn't until I received a call from Jessica while in the country of Appali that I learned that Carl had passed away. He accidentally tripped over a stone while on the way home after a bout of excessive drinking, hit his head, and never regained consciousness.