Our Overtime Novels & Stories

So we had to tackle that, and it took about two hours to completely wrap it up. I hated to overwork my employees unless they truly deserved it, so I felt a little uncomfortable that they worked overtime. To compensate for that, I made sure they had adequate amounts of coffee breaks, and when we were done with the work, I ordered takeout for all of them. There was no need to get some for myself since I was going to have dinner in a few hours. Plus, the drama from the mansion would fill my stomach in no time.

“It’s fine. I’m used to it. It’s fine as long as it doesn’t get in the way of work. Work has been busy lately and everyone’s been doing overtime during the weekends. Maybe the manager is just feeling upset. I don’t see anything wrong. It’s all for the sake of the company. Mr. Tremont hasn’t been able to rest, has he? He’s had to come back to the office during the weekend.” “You may be just an intern, but you’ve got quite a lot of awareness. Your future is going to be very bright. Actually, it’s pretty good to do overtime. Otherwise, we’d be spending money, having fun during vacation. The company pays us three times more for doing overtime. It’s not too bad,” the person next to her exclaimed,

"The first 150 million from Seek Capital is already sitting in the company's account. That's not something you can fake. I also had the legal and risk control departments review this whole overseas expansion plan overnight. If there was a problem, they wouldn't have let me sign." "Reviewed overnight?" To Alice, it sounded like the funniest thing she'd heard all week. She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Hand on your heart, Teresa. How exactly did you make them 'review it overnight'? Did you give them a hard deadline and demand a result no matter what? "Your legal and risk control teams aren't useless, sure. But when they're facing a completely irrational, half-mad boss who's dead set on landin

"Terrence, who's on the phone?" "It's Barry. He's asking for his bonus, but I told him his performance lately has been unacceptable. That's why I withheld it for now," Terrence replied calmly. "Well done! Tell him if he wants the bonus, he has to stay outside all night. Otherwise, not only will I cancel the bonus, but I'll also stop paying for his mom's medical bills," Nadine said with a playful smile. "Did you hear that, Barry? You have to stay outside all night!" Terrence exclaimed in delight.

No wonder he calls me little Riley. “So I have added some last-minute clauses. For this job, you will have to be available 7 days a week” — like a slave— “5 to 9 in evening”—Don’t I have my own life?—”which can be delayed till 10 pm… We will pay you double for overtime,” Patterson says. “Don’t I have any holidays?” Is this even legal? I want to glance at Jonas, but I don’t. Irritation is riling up inside me. He won’t favor me. I know.

—-------------------- The day had been busy, Oliver gave the orders that the launching of the new products would be done in four days so everyone was going up and down, trying to do their own job. Even the executives that Oliver employed because of their background had something to do, even though it only consisted of urging others to do things on time and meeting with people. “Gods, I can't believe that we have to work overtime because of this,” Craig groaned as he stood up from the chair, he was done for the day. “To think that we would not be compensated,” Katie said, packing up her stuff. “That is too early to say, how about we go to a club to have a drink?” Candy asked and Craig nodded

I asked him, which made him wonder. "Why?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "I just realized that I'm not that late yet, so I still have time to work," I answered his question after thinking if I still had time, and if I was maybe just 2 hours late, I could just do overtime for those 2 hours so that my salary would remain the same, if ever. "But you're already late," he asked curiously. "It is okay, I can just do overtime for those 2 hours," I answered his question.

I asked curiously. “No. That’s just the order that the contracts were signed. First come first serve basis. Fair and square,” Justin replied with confidence. “Right. That works,” I agreed. “Your work ends at midnight, and they pay extra for overtime over that mark. Of course, your work can end early too if they don’t need you anymore for the day. It’s like being in a relationship you know…” Justin said before trailing off. “What about the condition that I asked for?” I asked with concern.

The notice accused us of wasting electricity by working overtime late into the night and demanded that we pay the company's electricity bill for that month. The car fell into a strange silence. Someone stammered, "What's the meaning of this?" "We worked our asses off for the company, and they decide to charge us for working overtime?" I was completely stunned, then furious. When the car stopped at the hotel, I pushed open the private room door with a dark expression on my face. I walked straight through the crowd and slammed my phone onto the VP's face. "What's the meaning of this announcement?"

He grabbed our trays and went to the counter. I returned to my phone, pressed the “Answer” button and lowered the volume. With a low voice, I spoke, “Yes, Mama?” “Mingyu! Another overtime?! Are you trying to make me lose my job?!” Mama screamed at the top of her lungs as soon as she spoke. I moved my phone away as she continued her rant, “We agreed that you would look for a better job so you won’t have to do any more overtime at work. But why are you still doing it again?! You’re not the only one who has a job here!”