Patience Reward Novels & Stories

“Oh, please! Gaining their trust isn’t a piece of cake. Nothing significant has truly changed. Just sit tight and be patient.” There was a pause of more than ten seconds on the other end of the line before the person finally spoke. “Fine. I will give you another two weeks. Once this task is completed, you will be rewarded accordingly.” I smiled, “Don’t worry. Even if I don’t get any benefits, I will still do it.” “I hope we will work well together.” “Of course, we will.” The call was finished. A trace of ruthlessness appeared in my eyes, “To ruin you guys, I will do anything. Evan, I will destroy you. I will make you regret your choice.”

He was thorough with me. Not in the instrumental sense. Thorough in the way of someone who has been given a gift they understand the value of and intends to demonstrate that understanding without haste. He moved over me with the patience that was his most fundamental quality, the patience of a man who had learned early that things worth having required sustained attention and had applied that learning to everything that mattered to him. I did not manage anything.

Ross later told me, "Work hard. According to the revised employee rewards policy, any employee who maintains top performance for three consecutive years is eligible for a two-million-dollar cash reward and three months of paid leave." That filled me with motivation once more. After slipping my phone into my pocket, I carefully put away the deed to the apartment that was now in my name and happily prepared to usher in the new year. I was ready to continue doing my best in the years to come.

[Mission #2: Invite the other man to have supper and offer to pay. [Mission Reward: $500,000 in cash, patience level +10.] Looking at their repulsive faces, I smiled and extended the invitation. "Since Mr. Adams has been so helpful, how about we have supper together to show him our gratitude?"

Three years, and Gavin was still the same arrogant, self-obsessed jerk. I didn't say a word. He had no clue I was here to take his company. Right after he swaggered inside, a janitor jogged over and grabbed the bag from me. "Sorry, Ms. Valencia—I didn't mean to be late." She'd asked me to bring bottles for some summit promo—trade enough, win a limited-edition rocket for her grandson. When she saw the haul, her face lit up. "Thank you! You just made his dream come true."

Revenue isn’t enough to cover expenses, so restaurant owners are not interested in doing business. Instead, people take advantage of these two days to do good deeds and accumulate blessings for themselves and their families. Simply, the whole members of the family go to the pagoda to read karma. Depending on their conditions, economy, and ability, helping with cash, property, or labor contributions. The life of the people here isn’t too rich, but when going out, they never worry about starving to death. Besides, there are also individual organizations that set up their own funds and do charity according to their own conditions. They put an ice bucket in front of their house. Who is thirsty,

But Xiao Long saw a board that looked different from the others. It's black gold, it looks completely different. Xiao Long read every mission inside and smiled. It is a mission that has difficulty higher than any mission on the board. Perhaps it is a special kind of mission because the reward is far different from the small reward on the other board. The smallest reward can be up to 1000 contribution points and the largest has the reward of 5000 contribution points.

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

“Dorsal Finn Chinese restaurant, how can I help you?” “You should bring a needle and thread when you come over, Walker,” Patience said in his ear. “My sides have split wide open.” “Patience Userkaf, what can I do for you at—” He checked the time on his cell. “Oh, man, Patti! Don’t you ever sleep?” “Daylight is the time for being awake,” Patience said. “Are you allergic to garlic by any chance? Enquiring minds wonder.” “Think I’ll keep the needle and thread, joker,” he smiled to himself. “So what’s happening?”

“Some days I feel like I’m finally winning something. Other days, like today, it feels like she’s still three steps ahead no matter what we do.” Richard considered that for a moment. “Do you know what kept me going, all those years I spent afraid to say anything?” “What?” “I told myself patience was the same thing as courage. That waiting quietly for the right moment counted as bravery, as long as I intended to use the moment eventually.” He shook his head slowly. “It wasn’t the same thing at all. Patience without action is just fear wearing a more comfortable name.” He looked at me. “You haven’t made that mistake. Whatever else happens, I want you to know that. You’ve acted, every time it m