Rosemary Church Salary Novels & Stories

Samuel bellowed, his face contorted with anger. “Gladly,” I replied coolly, taking my mother’s hand as we turned toward the door. But I paused, glancing over my shoulder. “Oh, and by the way, I’ll be adjusting the employees’ salaries. It seems the funds that were rightfully theirs mysteriously vanished when Rosie took over as COO. After a thorough investigation, I’ll be deducting the missing amount from your allowance, Rosie.” “Wh—what?!” she stammered, her face pale with shock.

He ignored Rosemary and looked at me instead. “What happened?” I bit my lip. Just as I was about to speak, Rosemary cut me off. “Sir!” She grew frantic. “This ungrateful girl earns thousands of dollars a month, but she won’t even cover the medical bills after causing her brother’s wife to lose the baby! She’s ruthless!” Her tone was harsh, and as she spoke, she pinched my arm. Harry’s expression instantly turned cold, and his frown deepened. “I’m not asking for much. Just fourteen thousand dollars will do!”

Rosemary said, her voice choked with sobs. "It's okay, Mom. I know Dad has wanted me to marry Emmanuel Colton, his assistant's son, so that he can entrust him with the company, but I cannot stay back at the university. I still feel guilty for Dad's health. He didn't want me to further or study pharmacy about his company and drugs," Helen said, her voice choked with sobs.

“But the donations from St. Rita’s... the Bishop has already received word of the discrepancy. He’s absolutely livid, Mother. He has put you in charge of settling the matter personally. He said, and I quote, 'The Reverend Mother is the only one who can navigate the moral complexities of this particular error.'" As Rosemary prattled on, her voice rising and falling with the excitement of bad news, Colette’s hand gripped the edge of her desk so hard her knuckles turned white. Below the wood, Claire was already moving. The transition from the floor to the Reverend Mother’s center was electric. Claire, intoxicated by the memory of the earlier act and the raw, heady scent of Colette’s arousal, nu

For some seconds, Rosemary stared at me unblinking as if she had something to say, she then stood up and sat on the remaining empty chair beside Matthew. Majestically and elegantly, I settled on my swivel chair, placed my right leg on the other, and elbowed the table. Without being told, I knew these actions of mine exuded sophistication because I could see the glint of disgust in Rosemary's eyes. "So?" "The management has decided to make Miss Rosemary your assistant. She is going to be the Assistant CEO," Mr. Matthew concluded the statement he was making earlier. Honestly, I was taken aback. A crisscross sign appeared at the crown of my forehead as I glared at them with a tilted head.

“That is your monthly salary. There are also other incentives and benefits we can talk about later.” Rose reached out, picked up the piece of paper and looked at the amount. Wow! Was it even legal for her to earn that amount of money? She had never been offered anything close to that sum. “So what do you say? I would like you to resume as possible.” Wayne flashed a smile because he could imagine how excited she was. “Who the hell do you think you are?!” Rose thundered as she stood up and there was outrage written all over her face. Okay, she looked really pissed off at him.

How should she behave? The monthly salary of the Bishop's staff was relatively high. Vera was already earning around 20 thousand a month. But a house worth over five million was a huge temptation for her. She couldn't help but feel her heart race as her cheeks flushed with excitement. To just give her a house that was worth over 40 thousand per square meter… It was worth it for her to persist in working for the Bishops for so many years! "This is a list of people who have worked in the Bishop residence for more than 15 years." Serena casually pointed at the list, saying, "If I include you, Misty, and the butler, it doesn't even amount to ten people.

Was it a loss or not? It turned out that her salary was only six thousand a month. No wonder she went on the stage for twenty thousand dollars. Of course, Kevin didn't know that what Rose wrote was her basic salary. The total including the subsidies of the company with bonus was at least tens of thousands of dollars! Standing in front of him like a child who was caught doing something bad, Rose lowered her head and curled her feet into a ball. Throwing her notebook away, Kevin squinted at her and uttered, "Is this the reason why you pushed me away and left in a hurry?"

"Who is that lady?" "I'm not sure, ma'am. We shouldn't raise questions about them because we're all servants here." "You sound like we're living in some primitive century." "You will not grasp the rules till you begin working here. That's why we don't discuss certain topics in this house, ma'am." "Okay, I get it now. Um… Rose, how much do you make here?" "Two thousand five hundred dollars per month, ma'am." "That's a fantastic salary. Should I start working as a maid here as well?"

She couldn’t accept the idea of Nancy working without proper compensation, and she already knew the investments would yield enormous returns soon enough. "A hundred million dollars," Rose declared suddenly. "That’s your annual salary. And it’ll increase by fifty percent next year." Nancy’s eyes widened in shock. That kind of salary was unheard of—even for top executives or celebrities. For a moment, she was too stunned to speak. "Good," Rose said with a knowing smile. "I’ll take your silence as acceptance." "I—I don’t even know what to say," Nancy stammered finally. "But I promise to give everything I’ve got and serve the company to the very best of my ability."