The Career Change Coach Novel Free Novels & Stories

Kora whispered to me as we took our spots not too far from where the coaches stood on the side-lines. “Just wait. Before too long, he’ll have his hands all over me.” I began stretching, making sure to be as seductive about each stretch as possible. I looked over my shoulder in just enough time to find the new coach staring at me, his mouth open just a bit. But when he saw me looking at him, he quickly turned his back to me and began flipping through the clipboard in his hands. A devilish grin spread across my face as I stood and waited for our coach to tell us what to do next.

Chloe’s POV When I arrived at the office, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the usual sidelong glances and whispers from my colleagues. But to my surprise, the atmosphere was completely different. The coworkers who usually ignored me now greeted me with unexpected politeness. “Good morning, Ms. Yates!” the receptionist chirped cheerfully as she stood to greet me. Kim Moore, who was usually indifferent, hurried to hold the door open for me. The biggest shock of all came from Amy, my longtime nemesis. The same woman who took every opportunity to undermine me now seemed like an entirely different person. She greeted me with a bright smile, offered to make me coffee, and even asked if I n

In just less than a month, the project had already yielded significant preliminary results. Emma specifically commended me three separate times during the course of the weekly meeting. She even declared, "You were clearly meant for this line of work, Calvin!" I acknowledged her praise with a slight smile and silence, thinking that I was indeed meant for this line of work. In my past life, had it not been for Ruth, I would have been standing exactly where I was now, rather than being confined within that gilded cage. Just as my professional life surged forward, Thomas began posting constant updates on his social feed.

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.

This is her first visit to this type of establishment, so she has made the most of it. She accidently ran into someone while out touring. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!" She apologized to the stranger. "No, you don't have to apologize! It's my fault! Sorry because my vision is a little blurry!" exclaimed the man. He's wearing eyeglasses, an unbuttoned shirt, and matching shorts to show off his six pack abs. Mortani swiftly shifted her look elsewhere. "Uhm! I'm Jace Ricafort, what's your name, pretty lady?" he inquired, smiling and offering his right hand for a handshake.

"They are all okay, the kids are still getting used to their new school. Jonathan has been busy working on making our backyard a bit more accessible and wider for the twins." "Mhmmm" my mind briefly went to that eighty five million dollar mansion sitting in LA. "I am glad that everyone is doing fine. How about you though and your new job? Is your boss a dick like your former one?" "Hardly," she chuckles. "Xavier you are soooo much worse." With that we branch off into a long career talk about the corporate world. ××××× The sound of heavy roaring engines completely drown out the low music that spews from my radio. Reaching over I switch it off opting to sit in silence. I shift slightly in my s

After entering the workforce, everyone would inevitably change—gone was the innocence of the past. "I'm not going. Besides, no one told me about it." "Well, I'm telling you about it now. I'm the one who organized it." Felix was confused. "You don't seem like the type to do such things." Jack sighed, remarking, "What can I do? One of our old classmates is in charge of an important project for our company. If I can close the deal, the chairman has promised to promote me to vice president in a year." So that was how it was. Felix had no choice but to agree.

More cruelty. When the tears finally stopped, a new feeling replaced the sadness. I needed help. Real help. After hours of scrolling through forums and private coaching sites, I found him, Elias. A mysterious but highly recommended “private writing coach” who specialized in erotic fiction. His profile was minimal. No face picture, just a black and white shot of strong hands holding a pen. The testimonials, however, were glowing. One writer claimed he completely transformed her career. Another said his methods were “intense but life changing.”

Stephan gave her a nod, and she smiled at me. “So, what's your story?” I asked, “I mean, you already know, I am a demon who served as a guinea pig for a long time, and after a lot of therapy, courtesy of Asteria D'Angelo, I managed to patch up a little, and became an assistant coach, until I was dragged into this whole new adventure.” I smirked, and they chuckled. “Mated!” they chorused.

After graduating from high school, I helped the whole class get in touch with my uncle's factory, which offered a 3,000-dollar monthly salary with room and board included, so we could save up some money for our upcoming college life. More than 20 of my classmates signed up. Then Emily June suddenly typed: [3,000 dollars? Are you trying to rip off your own classmates? I found a job online that pays 7,000 dollars a month. It includes room and board too.] The group chat exploded, and my classmates immediately turned on me. [Jasper, are you getting kickbacks from your uncle?] [We trusted you!] Everyone withdrew their applications and followed Emily instead. Well, fine. If they trusted he