Professional Library Novels & Stories

“Personal chefs and personal trainers, actually. I’m not going to lie, I grew up with a silver spoon, for sure. But the last few years have changed me. Besides, I personally hate having staff around doing everything for me all of the time. I’d much rather have my own space.” I pause as she smiles brightly at me once more.

Then she says, “Sometimes I think professionalism is a scam.” I glance up. “Picked that up too?” She stirs her lemonade with her straw. “I mean, what does it even mean? Never cry at work? Never need anything? Never fuck up?” “Never want anything,” I say. She lifts her eyes. I lean forward, resting my arms on the table. “You want my definition?” “Hit me.” “Professionalism is the ability to pretend you’re not a human being. To look someone in the eye and pretend their judgment doesn’t hurt. To want something and swallow it anyway. To sit in a room where you’re not welcome and act like you earned your seat.”

"That's what makes it interesting." I leave him with the bill. I always leave them with the bill. It's a small thing, but it matters — it reminds them who works for whom, and more importantly, it reminds them that I am not the kind of person who can be kept waiting. I am a professional. Professionals don't linger over coffee with clients. Professionals have places to be, preparations to make, identities to construct.

As someone who always acted professional. Someone who claimed to care so much about the company.

“I’d follow up politely, offering new insights or proposals to catch their attention. If they still didn’t respond after a reasonable period, I’d move on and keep the door open for future contact.” “Last question,” the woman said. “What does professionalism mean to you?” Lucille thought for a second. “It means doing the right thing, even when no one is watching. It means being respectful, reliable, and prepared. It also means knowing how to represent your company with pride and integrity.” There was silence. Then the first man stood. “Thank you, Lucille. That will be all for today. We’ll get back to you soon.” She stood and shook their hands. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

He asked again, his tone sounding more direct changing the whole meaning of his question. It made me purse my lips, my eyes falling to my fingers that were skimming the rim of the white sink. I now realized he was talking about me all in all, he was asking since from the day this relationship started, with my whole breakdown and how I’ve been only showing more signs of weakness till now. It felt odd, someone asking me if I’m generally okay. He’s not even my friend, he’s my boss whom I am in some kind of twisted relationship with. It’s kind of crazy how I can feel so comfortable around him, I feel guilty for not even feeling the tiniest bit bad about our unprofessional relationship. I know th

However, blue-eyes simply smiled at us, "Don't worry, there's really nothing to it. Just a brief description of who the professor is and what to expect in his class." Jason grabbed the laptop from her, his eyes hastily scanning over the screen and he read aloud, "Doctor Alexander Grey, department of psychology, has a Ph.D. in clinical and Biopsychology." He let out a low whistle at that and even Maya raised an eyebrow, He must be a fucking genius to have pursued courses that difficult, She theorized. "Extremely thorough in his duties and research, previously taught at Stanford University and was recently offered a spot in UMass Amherst," Jason's eyes grew bigger and she tried to see what it

"Go ahead." First — whatever this is, it is strictly professional. No grey areas, no gradual erosion of the boundary I just set, no testing it to see if it shifts over time. Professional means professional. I need to be able to walk into that building every morning and focus entirely on the work, and I cannot do that if the personal history between us keeps finding ways into the room. "Understood," he said.

Matheo says with a small smile. "You need a psychiatrist?" his boss asks confused from the request. "It's more of family help," Matheo says not knowing how to explain what he needs precisely. "You need to give me more details, It'll be just between the two of us, doctor-patient confidentiality," his boss explains. "We have a new addition to the family, an old relation, along with his baby kitten, we are merging our family, but we thought it's better to get some professional help here," Matheo explains.