Our Overtime Novels & Stories

"You should focus on resting and recuperating." After a short pause, I continued, "Mr. Hammond Senior, I didn't just call to ask about your current condition. "I would also like to thank you for looking out for me during the past six months. I've decided to quit working for the Hammond Group." "You're quitting?" Owen's voice was shaking. "Why, though? Did one of the employees from our company boss you around or bully you? Just tell me who it is. I'll definitely take your side!" He got a bit emotional as he said that. Owen started coughing and spluttering.

Her left hand came up to rub her temple tiredly as she signed off on yet another document before adding it to the pile that was sitting on her desk to her left. She was supposed to have left her office two hours ago, and yet here she was working overtime for the umpteenth time this week. It was not as if she wanted to spend all her time here, but for Olivia, this was just a way for her to exist outside all the annoying troubles that just seemed to have come stumbling into her life lately.

“I’ve run the numbers, Tracy. Your team’s overtime hours are up fifteen percent. That’s eating into the budget. Can you justify it, or are we looking at mismanagement?” I bristled but kept my expression neutral, glancing at Hannah, who nodded slightly, signaling support. “The overtime was critical during the pitch phase,” I said, meeting Malik’s gaze. “We had to revise the mock-up multiple times to meet Reid’s specs. Those hours secured the deal. Moving forward, I’ve adjusted schedules to cut back. Hannah’s team is already on a lighter load.”

[Be home in fifteen minutes or you’ll miss dinner. “How sweet, mother.” I whispered under my breath as I typed out a reply. Once that was done, I stashed my phone away, inhaled all the air my lungs could carry, then headed to the office. I knocked. And waited. The seconds ticked by, no reply. I knew he was in there. It’s past office hours, I shouldn’t be here. I should be at home, buried in my textbooks and wondering how to go about my assignments. Instead, here I was.

Theo shook Eleanor's arm, licked his little pink lips, and said softly, "Auntie-Wife, can you stop working overtime?" "Well..." Eleanor was a little embarrassed. She thought about it and said honestly, "Let me put it this way — I've been working overtime recently not because having you here has made things harder, but because I've had a great deal of work to do." "Besides, I don't get paid for the overtime." "What?!" Sebastian and Theo said in unison. "Why no pay?" Facing the identical reactions of father and son, Eleanor twitched the corners of her lips. "Because that's just how it is."

I brought up the attendance records. "Over the past year, each admin team member averaged 42 hours of overtime every month. During the National Day move, we worked 72 hours straight without rest, hauling heavy loads. When clients showed up unexpectedly at Thanksgiving, we handled everything ourselves, from airport pickups, lodging, meals, and meeting room setups. We didn't even have time to eat. "And no, we didn't get any overtime pay, comp time, or extra allowance. That means we were effectively making 18 dollars an hour. Even a convenience store clerk earns 22 dollars an hour."

Then, when they were gone, customers with actual purchasing power would come on their own time. As Raymond arrived outside Vintage Deluxe, Mick just finished his meeting with his employees, summing up, "So, does anyone have anything to do tonight?" They all shook their heads, answering as one, "No!!!" Mick nodded. "If there's nothing else, stay back for overtime. Ask for some spicy crayfish and beer for dinner." It was the unspoken rule in Vintage Deluxe that should overtime be necessary, they wouldn't be paid and instead be given a free dinner. The manager could apply for thirty grand each month from finance, which included the fee expenses for overtime dinner.

he said after a moment, his tone shifting back to something more businesslike, yet with an undercurrent I couldn't ignore, "the bonus will be converted into cash along with your salary." He paused, then added, "Also, Knight Group doesn’t encourage overtime. If your workload is excessive, you can report it to your supervisor to adjust the task distribution." Upon hearing this, I couldn't help it—real sparks of triumph exploded behind my eyes. Bonus converted into cash? Knight Group doesn’t encourage overtime? What kind of fairy boss was this? Overtime pay, no deductions for slacking off, quick raises, and double bonuses. No wonder workers from all over the country were breaking down the doors

“Mrs. Laine is the absolute definition of ADD. So you put the payroll on top of her desk and stand here while she reviews it. When she gets distracted you need to redirect her back to the payroll.” I roll my eyes without looking up. Tina is not completely wrong. “I need Jared to approve the overtime from last week,” I highlight four coders and three programmers who put in extra time with Jared on the government software he had to fix on Monday night. “I will likely have more overtime for them to approve for Monday. Jared said they worked until 3am Tuesday morning.” Amilee holds back a laugh. I keep my head down so she doesn’t see me smile. I know she thinks Jared was with her, that tho

If that were the case, Titus would receive a bonus along with the other employees. Feeling guilty, he said, "Boss, I'm sorry for disrupting you," and gave a deep bow. "We are working overtime," Zenith declared. "All the employees?" Titus asked. "Just you and me," Zenith replied. He wanted time to pass quickly. "Yes, sir," Titus said, thinking, 'If the boss is willing to make more money, then I'm ready to help.' Titus was shocked when the boss asked him to search for articles on how to win a lady online. They worked overtime, or rather, they spent four extra hours searching instead of closing up the office as usual.