She Works Hard For The Money Meaning 소설 & 이야기

He was a bit considerate to an extent. "w-what about my work? I mean, that's the only way I get to make money for myself " she cries. no matter what, giving up the only reason she started this job was a big no to her... "you surely ain't grateful...right?" he was amused at how open she was to tell him what she wants... "not that sir, but I can't just spend my time serving you and die of hunger afterwards" she explains...she was an intelligent one, that he could see clearly.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Thank you for telling her that her salary was already hundreds of thousands. I didn't have a chance to inform you about it yet you already figured out when she called you," Lux said to his friend. "I knew," Vandros replied. "Her stubbornness. She wants to work, bro." "You can't stop her from working because she's the breadwinner, and she's used to standing on her own feet. You are indeed one lucky man. If she was any other woman, she might be lounging around with your money and spending all the income on shopping and other massive expenses."

She was still pale, her hands wrapped tightly around her mug. "Triple my salary..." she mumbled, almost to herself, not looking at me. "He pays me triple the market rate. He knows. He knows my family needs it. My dad... his back is ruined from a lifetime of factory work. My mom sews clothes until her eyes can't focus. My younger siblings... their school, our apartment... I pay for everything." I stared at her, the pieces clicking into place. This was her secret. This was the heavy truth behind her perfect suit and unwavering professionalism. This was why she endured Julian's impossible demands and his coldness.

"Not everything is about money, Grandma! It's my dream to work for myself and my family, I don't need to see how much money my husband is earning and moreover, my dream of becoming an architect is with me before I even met your grandson. So what if he is earning very much to provide me with a good life for my whole life? I also deserve to be financially independent, I don't want to be running behind anyone to ask for money when I can work hard and earn it myself!" Adrita replied to Grandma in a firm tone, making her furious as she dared to talk back to her.

She pushed out. A while ago she had been sure but now, not so much but she couldn't just stay silent. That would be absolutely suspicious. "I need a job, something to do to make money." He chuckled. "Why? I have chests of gold in my treasury. I could give you one or more if you would wish for that." "No, I'd like to earn it." "Earn it?" The words rolled off his tongue like as if they were strange. "Why would you want to work, when you have me to do all the work for you?"

She couldn't tell him that part, she supposed, but the rest of the points still stood. "Because it's a great deal of money," she said. "And as much as I hate to say it, money solves a lot of the problems I'm having. And please don't mistake that for a reluctance to work here. I'm grateful for the opportunity." "You're grateful?" he repeated, the sharp downward inflection on the last syllable making clear his skepticism. And was that a flash of displeasure across his face?

“Hate to say it, but love never kept me safe, warm, or fed. Cold hard cash did. Mine or someone else’s never really mattered. No one can claim I don’t earn it, even if it is by less than traditional means.” She’s several glasses in and clearly a little past tipsy, when she laughs at herself humming, ‘he works hard for the money, ee, e, ee, e. So hard for it honey…’ The stress and tension have left her body, and she’s not pulling away when I extend the pull of my fingers up her tense legs.

We got too close because she will always call me when I get home if I'm done with my proposal before she proceed, anytime I'm not done, she will not be happy at me and I will have to apologize to her because I know she is hardworking. Wow, so she is hardworking? What aspect did you mean she wants your money instead when you just say she loves her business? I asked. Well, I never say she is hardworking but maybe she is… Alex replied looking at me with curiosity. But how did you know she is hardworking and she loves her business? He asked. You said she doesn't want to leave the company because of the impact she has made there, that is what give me hint that she must a very hardworking person….

“So you understand me, right?” She sighed deeply, the weight of familiarity settling in her chest. “I understand you, love. I really do.” She paused. “But I also want you to understand that money isn’t plucked from trees. It is worked for. Worked hard for. So you should be very careful with the kind of business deals you pour it into.” He nodded exaggeratedly. “Yes, mama. Yes, my amiable coach.” He grinned. “Thank you for the heads up. I will never take it for granted.”

I scolded her. "But I can't waste more money on those other things. I've got more important things to waste my money on. Why is it so hard to earn money?" She groans. I sigh. "It is hard to earn money. I have been accepted at this job that I passed my resume to two weeks ago. Good thing their worker left, I'm taking place." She pulls herself up from the couch and stares at me. "Well I'm happy for you." I smile at her. "Thanks."