Our Overtime Novels & Stories

The thought of Dawn leaning over her office desktop, working her ass for an extra three and a half hours after closing time, drives me crazy. Why is it getting to me? Why am I even thinking about this? I hate people who think working overtime is efficient. This practice is just another form of being lazy. Why work overtime when you can finish all your work within the stipulated seven hours and go home to your family? Who was behind this? That crazy team lead of the planning team who has tried on several occasions to get too close for comfort? Some people are mean-spirited for the sake of being mean-spirited.

The company has orders above limit that need more time to work, but their employees almost resist their work. But, at this time, he requested that they stay activated for the inspection of the clients. "Boss, you have to refrain from giving them overtime. We do our best, but our deliveries are still not enough to reach the orders. Some workers are sick from overfatigue; some are still sacrificing their own ailments just to work for companies's quotas. Now, do we have to pretend to our clients that we cannot delay them or reach their expectations?" Mr. Davidson, the manager in production, asks.

Busy all day, almost time to leave work, Grainne glanced at the time and then pulled out her phone and sent a voice message: "Honey, no overtime today, don't fall asleep because of waiting." After saying that, she happily packed up her things and prepared to leave. Suddenly, she saw her director swinging his fat belly and came over, and immediately felt depressed. It's not! Again? Grainne was startled, her fingers about to shut down trembled slightly, then pressed the restart button. That fear has not passed, the director has announced the bad news: “Tonight everyone has to work overtime! Let's try to double this month's achievement!" After saying that, he ignored the bored expressions of th

When we got to the office I reminded him that I wanted to go back home, work hours were over. “Did you sign the work contract this morning?” he asked. I nodded and told him I signed it in Andrew’s office before I came to meet. “Then you know, you have to be here past work hours as long as I am here,” he went back to the thick file on his table going through it like it was the proclamation of Independence and he was a founding father who could not believe they won. “Your overtime would be taken care of by the finance department,” he turned a page on the file and continued writing something in a notepad.

Maxwell asked with a frown. "We can’t be sure yet. We’ll find out more once we find the guy." "Keep looking and let me know if you have any news." Maxwell paused and then added, "Working during the New Year counts as overtime work, so your salary is doubled!" "Okay, thank you, Boss…" Carter drawled happily. Maxwell scolded him with a chuckle, hung up the phone, and turned to look out the window just in time to see Sonnet, who was in a tracksuit, running past outside.

Wayne was just currently inside his office that night. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and he had no intention of going home. He intends to work overtime even though he really has nothing to do that day. He heard a series of knocks outside his office that stopped him from reading.

Staring at Fiona’s face, which was twisted from anger and jealousy, I chuckled at her absurdity. “Fiona, I’ve been working hard for the company for a month. The increase in electricity bill would not even be able to cover the money I’ve spent on coffee,” I said softly. I thought that my explanation would suffice, but it made her even angrier. “Can’t you work overtime at home? I think you’re just exploiting the company for free electricity! How shameless!” “Work overtime at home?” I frowned. With my family background, I did not even need to work. I just wanted to understand the current market.

I could tell they were pleased with the specific compliments I was paying them. Hopefully that was enough to butter them up for what was coming next. “I need to ask you to stay late again tonight. I understand you have families, and personal lives, and this is a last-minute request. But if you agree to do a few hours of overtime tonight, and each night for the rest of this week, I will make sure that you are compensated for the extra time and effort.” Gerald was interested immediately. “I’m up for it,” he said. To my surprise, he also added, “Does this mean you, yourself, will do a little less overtime? Because you are here way too much, Fiona.”

"Savannah Tate, why didn't you tell your viewers about the company's overtime compensation? I offered triple pay and an extra day off. Why didn't you share that online?" The livestream viewers started questioning her when they heard that. "Wait, today isn't even a legally mandated triple-pay holiday. Sadler Group is actually offering that?" "If that's true, I'd have been more than willing to come in a day early, too." "But the streamer just said that her boss forced all the employees to swap rest days to work overtime…" Seeing the doubtful comments, Savannah stammered, "C-Compensation? That's just you painting a rosy picture!"

“I’m serious.” “I know.” “Promise me.” I forced a smile. “I promise.” Technically, I wasn’t lying. Getting a job wasn’t stupid, at least not in my opinion. Mom studied me for another moment before finally shaking her head. “I have to go.” “Already?” I asked. “Overtime. I’m working overtime .” The word hit me like a punch. She was working overtime again. I hated that word. She smiled and kissed my forehead. “Behave yourself.”