Off The Books Job นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications: two from my bank (rude), one from Chad, and one from my landlord that simply says: ‘Have you considered selling used underwear?’ Delete. Delete. Trauma delete. I open the job app with the same energy as someone re-downloading Tinder after a breakup. It’s all pyramid schemes and jobs with the words “vibrant sales environment,” which we all know translates to free labour. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. Somewhere between “dog psychic assistant” and “energy drink ambassador (must wear costume),” I find it. IMMEDIATE HIRE. NO BACKGROUND CHECK. LOVES KIDS A PLUS.

Just me, sitting there like a decorative piece in his office. At some point, I got up and went to him, hoping to at least get something to do. But nope. All I got was a vague You’ll get a task soon and back to silence. Then, after all that waiting, Daniel walked in, dumped a pile of books on my desk, and left with a smile like he hadn’t just ruined my day. A note on top read: You should read all of this in two weeks. I stared at it in disbelief. I got a job just to sit here and read storybooks?

I pulled on the hem of my top as he turned around, seemingly done with his inspection. He approached me, his gaze landing on the book on my bed, which still has its pages opened. He quirked an eyebrow questioningly, "You're looking for a job?" "Yeah. I'm going through companies near the pack," I told him. He tilted his head once toward the book and asked, "So you've found some? You've jotted all over already."

Claire held her coffee cup while scrolling through her laptop, reading out job listings. “How do you feel about working in a bookstore?” she asked, looking up. “I love books,” I responded. “Perfect. It says they need someone part-time. You’d basically sit behind a counter, sip tea, and smell paper all day.” “That actually sounds… nice,” I admitted. She smiled. “See? Normal is underrated.” We kept scrolling, jotting down a few more options. Most of them were simple, receptionist, assistant, cashier. Nothing glamorous, but that was fine.

"Here you go! I hope you have a great day! Hope to see you soon!" I walked out of the bank with a bag full of cash. Now i neeed to find a job. i have been out of the workforce for so long that I honestly don't know what I could do. I started to walk towards the small offices, maybe I could be a receptionist, I basically did that for James and the kids on a daily basis. I saw a sign at the small bookstore, that read help wanted. I used to enjoy reading so much, maybe that could be something I could get back into it.

Anything to make the days feel less empty. I opened my laptop and pulled up the ASU job board. Part-time positions. Something that would get me out of this house. Away from Micaiah. Into an environment where I could be someone other than the girl who kept making the same mistakes. Teaching assistant positions—no, too much interaction with professors. Research positions—too isolated. Then I saw it. Part-time position at Desert Bloom Bookstore. Flexible hours. Experience with customer service preferred but not required. A bookstore.

"And... you're determined to prove her wrong using us? With all due respect, boss, reading eight books isn't possible. I promise if you'd agreed with her, it wouldn't have made you less charming." Katya nodded. "He's right." Well, maybe. "It doesn't matter anymore. The books are here already. So, get to work." Eric flipped through the pages with horrified eyes. "Boss, I haven't read a damn book since I was fifteen. There's a reason I don't teach for a living but specialize in ending lives. "You should get to work with this time, Eric. Trust me, you don't want to know the ending if I'm disappointed." I walked away.

I say but I just know what kind of thoughts are going around Brandon's head, he should know what I'm like by now. "How do we know you're not just saying that and when we get out there, you arrest us?" She asks which was a good question, maybe she isn't as dumb as she looks, well much. "Because this is an off the books job, like I said I can't wait for the alliance to sort stuff out because the evidence I need will be gone. We don't talk about what happened and it never happened, which would mean I wouldn't have to arrest you" I smile which she smiles right back at me, she nods her head saying she'll have to ring my dad quickly and darts off.

A pampered heir would never set foot on a construction site. Under my video, a new comment appeared. [Via, I'm hauling steel bars now. When you come back, I'll get on my knees and apologize.] I knew it was him, but I did not reply. I did not go back. I resigned on New Year's Eve and found a new job in Silverim City. … A year later, I had finally saved 4,000 dollars. I treated myself to a proper meal and savored every bite. More than 1.3 million sat untouched in my account. Benjamin had transferred it directly. He had promised ten times, and he had paid ten times. I left the money there to earn interest and kept working.

She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier. My job was easy and simple, just help people buying their stories, cash them out, put the books back in place and finally I can read as much as I want. It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving,