Office Obsession Novels & Stories

Bryan punched in Rolland's phone number immediately and called him, and Rolland told him that he was occupied with a little project and he would try to make it the following day. "Is he really that busy for days now? I feel neglected right now." Bryan murmured after disconnecting the phone call. Bryan felt stuck in one place and couldn't do anything for himself. He was limited to some things and he found them boring, so he decided to go clubbing that night. Bryan lounged on the plush sofa in the guest house, scrolling through his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Boredom gnawed at him like a persistent itch, urging him to break free from the dullness of the quiet gues

an old lady walked out for my room glaring at him angrily. " Nanny Emmanuel! It wasn't my fault that I stayed up late. I had a lot of work to do at the company that I couldn't even give Cheng so it's not my fault that I had to stay up late. I had to finish all my work because we have a promotion in a week time and the presentations and everything I have to look into it and make sure that everything is perfect. It's not easy for me to be the CEO of a renowned company" he explained.

He cussed and the loud clanging of keys echoed on the silent room. "Take care not to step on any cable. I can't afford to restart this." He warned without raising up his head from the computer system before him. Vishal and his men stood still as they surveyed the floor which was filled up to every corner with different cables. There were also several pieces of papers and food wrappers strewn across the floor. Vishal looked at the young man in a chair and furrowed his brows. He wondered if he ever took his bath as he was sure that he was wearing the same t-shirt he had seen him in last.

I dоn’t need іѕ tо ѕреnd аnоthеr mоmеnt оf energy оn ѕоmеоnе whо won’t treat me wеll, but I саn’t hеlр mуѕеlf. Agаіn, I wоndеr аbоut оbѕеѕѕіоn and whу thе tеntасlеѕ rеасh іntо every аѕресt of my lіfе.

As Alejandro left the lab, he couldn't shake off the words Stacey had said, which kept echoing in his mind: "This situation usually occur when a man is deeply obsessed with a woman. Obsession is the main cause of what happened to you, boss. You couldn't stop thinking about that lady, and it resulted into what transpired between you and Blade." As he walked down the hallway, Alejandro couldn't help but question himself. "Could I really be obsessed with Marisa?" he wondered. "No, it doesn't make sense. I can't be obsessed with someone I only had a brief encounter with." But a nagging voice in his head contradicted him, whispering, "Yes, you are obsessed with her." Alejandro argued back, saying

Because he never likes losing the matter that he has to do to win something he wants very badly. He decided to lie on the cold floor not getting about anything else, keeping his phone right next to him smiling on his own. Only somewhere I could see him in this situation was going to think he was having some mental problems, but it was way more than that only as he was planning a whole scheme in his mind. That was his problem. Once you get interested in something he gets obsessed but nothing lasts longer in his life and just like that he is changing his interest over time sometimes getting sick of his own nature.

Not like now, where I can’t replay his images of him in my head. I walk out the door not forgetting to delete my Reddit account. It's better to forget it all. I'm driving home but those words still echo in my mind. “Never get obsessed again, son. Don’t get caught.” Aunt Sarah had made sure she ingrained those words into my head and those very words have been my mantra for years. I should take a step back, because, holy fuck, this whole obsession thing is new. I didn’t know I could be this hyperfixated on a person until it becomes a noose that’s getting tighter around my throat with each passing day.

UNKNOWN Smack..."If I can't have her, then no other person will get her." Obsession is misunderstood by most people; some think it’s chaotic. Messy. Uncontrolled. It’s not. Not when it’s done right. When it’s real and it’s precise. Careful. Patient. It watches. Learns. Waits and most importantly It chooses.

Damon didn’t even act like he was even bothered and instead, continued with his work. I glanced at him before looking around and digesting the images before me. There were a few artworks on the walls of the office and the plants in the flower pot at one corner attracted my attention. I observed my surrounding, at the same time, I was expecting Damon to say something or do something. But he didn’t. Instead, he just acted like I wasn’t even in the room and he just kept typing. The sounds of him striking his keyboard didn’t cease to leave my ears. I could almost hear it even when he didn’t type.

It is evident that he is not suffering from any anxiety about cleanliness and that, makes me smile because even though I had not planned to cure him or be a part of his cure, I am glad to see that he is a more functional person and that this obsession to be constantly clean, is less and less seen in him. "To be honest with you sir, Every, I don't understand how it was that I was able to help this come to fruition and when I find out, I promise to do everything I can to see that this behavior is maintained to the point where there comes a time when only his obsession with cleanliness is mentioned when it is remembered in the past and is no longer in the present." I say smiling and the man nod