Shall We Work Overtime Manhwa Novels & Stories

"It's your day off today. Do you have to work?" "Oh..." She averted her gaze. "Isn't it common to work overtime?! Just wait for me at home. I'll be back soon." Sasha grabbed her shopping bags and vanished like a gust of wind. Chris fell into deep contemplation as he watched her depart. Work overtime? Lena had never mentioned that before. It wasn't because she was unwilling to put in extra hours—she consistently finished her work during regular hours. Hearing "working overtime on her day off" from her was simply inconceivable.

It was no hard work. "I can't relate". Mia shrugged her shoulders as she picked up her hamburger and bit into it Amelia exasperated, "what do you mean? Is Mr Osiande not working you to death? Marina used to complain in the past". Her eyes were wide like saucers in her face Mia had come to realize that he was a workaholic and usually stayed back to work. Sometimes he also kept the staff overtime; he never overworked her. Maybe it was because she had no real qualifications and could not do any real work

He was standing with his hands in his pockets, looking every bit as domineering as ever. But I didn’t care about his aura or handsomeness at that moment. “I thought we had an agreement. You’re supposed to work overtime to pay what you owe,” he said tauntingly. I sighed inwardly. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me off even once. “Yeah, but the contract said ‘if asked to,’” I defended myself. He hadn’t indicated that I had to work overtime every day. Qing Han scoffed. “Of course,” he said. But just when I thought he was going to let me leave, he grabbed my hand roughly and pulled me back to my seat. “So I’m asking you to stay.”

he replied. “So… I’m not your greatest gift?” I asked teasingly. “I mean… the gift of a file?” he said laughing again. I couldn't help but laugh. I resumed work on Monday, the office buzzing with the low hum of productivity. Applicants trickled in for interviews, each one eager, some nervous, others confident to the point of arrogance. Production was moving smoothly, and I noticed some workers staying overtime, their determination clear, after all, I paid hourly, and extra hours meant extra money. It was a good incentive, enough to keep them motivated.

It felt like watching a video at double speed. “Hey, don’t just sit there watching. Help me input these documents into the system,” Emma complained, her fingers moving so fast they were practically a blur. “Isn’t it only Mr. Lee’s approvals that stop at six? We can still finish the rest later, right?” Emma's jaw dropped. Her fingers stopped typing, and she looked at Hannah with a strange expression. “Do you even know what regular office hours are? Do you enjoy working overtime?” “Ahh…” Hannah scratched her head. She’d forgotten that normal office hours weren’t a thirteen-hour shift like at the bakery where she used to work. So she could go home before 10 p.m. if her work was done? That sound

The workers had no objections to working overtime; they were used to staying up all night, so they had no complaints as long as the overtime pay was good. Mr. Duncan was well aware of this and reassured them, “Don't worry about the overtime pay. You can trust me, right? I’ll keep this in mind!” The workers nodded, took a last sip of beer each, and then said goodbye to Harmonia before they walked toward the jade mine to continue working. A few cans of beer were no problem for them, but it was a different story for Harmonia. She was starting to feel a headache and was getting dizzy. The summer evening breeze was cool, but it couldn't clear her head. She attempted to stand up, but her legs gave

Joel realized that he had told them too much, so he waved his hand and said, "I was just talking nonsense. Don't take that seriously, everyone. You can plan as you like. But don't you dare get off work if you can't come up with a good plan." When business was at its peak, the team usually worked overtime. Sometimes, they would even work till the wee hours of the morning. But this time was different. Even if they all stayed in the office, they may not be able to concoct a good idea. A middle-aged woman, Wanda, who was the office janitor, suddenly piped up, "Huh? Do you all need to work overtime over such a simple thing?" Everyone turned their eyes on her. "Wanda, do you have any suggestions?"

♡SRISTE POV♡ today I have no mood to go to office still I went I thought it will be a tiresome day but he didn't given any work to me he gave work to kiddo and partner even I slept for so much time I'm exhausted even without working I'm wandering in the floor I seen the man I met in temple

"Me too… I have a mini panic attack when I have no choice but to ask someone to do something.." We laughed quietly not wanting to disturb the ones working. Jessica raised her brows at me, "so… how does it feel to work for a hot boss?" She wiggled her brows suggestively and I blushed... once again grateful my skin wouldn’t betray my emotions. "It’s okay…I guess. But there’s a lot of work and it’s tiring. At some point, I had to work overtime." I complained, exaggerating slightly. Sighing loudly. "That hard huh?"

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡