Office Relationship Novels & Stories

From the initial days of hostility to the gradual development of a professional camaraderie, our relationship had evolved in ways I never expected. ***** I sat at Alexander's desk, engrossed in the task of organizing the files scattered before me. The office was suffused with an atmosphere of tension, a constant reminder of the fractured relationship between Alexander and me. I knew he despised me, and I had come to accept that our interactions would always be laced with animosity. But as I diligently worked, the sound of Alexander's voice on the phone caught my attention.

“Aline, I know I have no right to be angry because I'm just her friend. Our relationship isn't what you think it is." “Miss Smith, one of the keys to a relationship is communication. I never said a relationship should be as lovers, but also in friendship. - If you guys are more than friends, I don't think it's any of my business. - It's true she hasn't spoken to you for the past few days. But have you tried contacting her? Call her? Don't just wait to hear from her, my lady. Communication will work if there is a two-way interaction. Have you communicated with her?” --

She explained further. “So, we don't depend on them?” I asked, processing the information. “Not in the way you're thinking.” She replied and paused for a brief moment before continuing. “But business relationships aren't always as simple as one company needing another. Sometimes, both sides benefit from a partnership. Sometimes, one side wants something that the other can provide. And sometimes, people are more interested in the influence that comes with a relationship than in the business itself.” My stomach tightened. That last part sounded uncomfortably familiar.

“Hello, sir?” “Soren, it’s past working hours.” “How can I help you?” “There is an event tomorrow, so instead of coming straight to the office tomorrow, come to the address I sent you.” “Okay, sir…” “Soren,” I coerced myself. For all the matter, I was going to choose peace. “See you then.” He cut off the call, and I wondered if I had missed a chapter. This was what a normal boss-staff relationship was supposed to feel like, yet why did it feel strange to me?

"First of all, Mrs. Fox, it's not my job to like these photoshoots. I have a whole team for the advertising campaigns. They are the ones to like them and approve of them. You didn't really have to send those pictures to me. "But I thought you—" He lifts his hands to stop me. "Let me complete, Mrs. Fox. You know— I really didn't want to say this to you because I thought you'd understand sooner or later. But I think you don't seem to understand what you're doing. Let me remind you once again. We share a professional relationship. And you're an adult woman, married, have two kids, mature enough to understand where to draw a line in a professional relationship. I won't like my employees or even

After all, it happened right at the company entrance. They were all in the same department—there was no way people wouldn’t find out. And with how fast things spread online these days, what piece of news could escape a smartphone? She hadn’t planned on bringing it up, but since people in the office were already talking, there was no point pretending anymore. Then Aurora smiled wryly. “There’s nothing you can do about it. A bad relationship is like a permanent record—it follows you around for life. “Especially when the guy sticks to you like some kind of leech. No matter what you do, you just can’t shake him off. So yeah, there’s not much I can do.”

Carson raised a brow “Who did you notice again, Lydia? These people are just my employees. Nothing more, nothing less” he explained but Lydia shrugged, “I was only asking” “Okay, yes. It affects the firm too. I don't have any relationship with any of them other than an employer and employee's relationship” Lydia nodded as she downed the drink, emptying the glass, “I'm so excited that I've finally gotten a job. Thank you so much” “You're welcome, Lydia”

We have to define our relationship well, committed is a broad concept, can be interpreted in many ways. When I get home, I go straight to my bedroom and take the phone Dordrich gave me to stay in contact with him, from the drawer. It's been shut down since the scandal. I look at it now, and I can still hear him urging me to text him as often as possible. As if in a trance I push the button to turn it on. An avalanche of messages is pouring in and there are hundreds of notifications of miscalls.

When he spoke up like that, it was like Jensen snapped out of it: "I... Mr. Jenkins, with all due respect, what's your relationship with Ms. Stuart?" "Employment relationship." Carl glanced at Shaylee. "Ms. Stuart? I haven't heard that one before." Jensen paused again and again: "Employment relationship?" "Yeah." Carl sounded like he was talking about something totally normal: "Isn't it obvious?" Jensen didn't think the Jenkins family would do that kind of business.

They were still struggling with the budget spreedsheet on the office desk when the email they waited arrived. Dear Mr. Whitmore, Thank you for your response. I will be your primary contact for this partnership. My supervisor, Daniel Cross (Partnerships Director), will oversee our collaboration. Our President, Vance Blackwood, delegates most partnership operations due to his extensive travel schedule. Direct contact with him is unlikely. Please let us know if you would like to schedule a call or site visit. Best regards, Priya Sharma Partnerships Associate, Horizon Global Nerissa read the email over Leo's shoulder. Relief flooded her chest. Unlikely. Direct contact is unlikely.