The Hours Novels & Stories

For one, I did not get any alarm bells in my head, and I felt calm and safe around him. “So, about your new job,” he said, turning to the counter. “Working hours for starters are from 8 am till 2 pm. Your pay is twenty-five dollars per hour, and you can take extra hours if you so wish. You’re expected to be punctual and tidy, but I’m sure that shouldn’t be hard for you, right?”

"How is the result?" “None. Nothing looks suspicious. You don't need to doubt us, Anthony. We work twenty-four hours non-stop to protect your house from nosy people who try to invade your privacy.” “It's not exactly twenty-four hours. You go out to eat three times a day, and go to the bathroom at least six times a day. The total you worked on the computer was fifteen hours.” “Hey, I'm not a robot. I need to eat and sleep. And occasionally have fun with the girls at the club.”

After crying for an hour, I have the sudden urge to leave. My small room feels claustrophobic, like it's closing in on me, and I need some fresh air. Dragging myself up, I glance over at the clock on the nightstand. It's not even nine o'clock yet.

I informed him after collecting all the snacks he had been munching on. “What time is it?” he asked, engrossed in what he was watching. Thankfully, it was an action movie, not a horror one. He fiddled with the remote in his hand. I glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was already 9:30 PM. “It’s 9:30, sir.” I wondered if I could handle the working hours in his office. He gave me until eleven, 8 hours in the office and 2 hours at home, unlike others who can rest by 9 PM.

Lizzy’s POV After the beach trip, I never saw Steven again. The working hours where I worked were divided into two. We used to call them the morning shift and the night shift. The morning shift works from nine in the morning until three in the afternoon, and the night shift works from three in the afternoon until nine at night. Each employee gets a week to work the morning shift, and a week to work the night shift.

The megahit incontinently winded me and I hunkered over just as they let go of my arms. " There is 24 hours in a day, 168 in a week and for every single bone of those hours you're going to do as you're told. Breakfast is at 6 am, if you miss it you do not eat until lunch at 12 pm. regale is at 6 pm, if you miss that you do not eat all night and lights out is 10 pm. You are handed with a standard mess for free but if you want to eat more or add on extras at the deputy you need someone to put plutocrat into your account. This is also how you can buy rudiments you might need like cleaner and toothpaste." I held onto my stomach as I watched his thrills pace forwards and backwards in front of me.

And then he sets me down, and the world flips again. “Whoa.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I didn’t sign up for this ride.” “You’ve been dancing for hours.” He moves my arm to loop around his waist, then puts his around my shoulders. “Hours?” I shake my head, and my stomach heaves. “More like minutes. I just got there.” He laughs and shows me his phone. Three o’clock in the morning. The game ended forever ago… I groan and close my eyes, but he just shakes my arm.

-Week 13~ day 7, 500 hours. I haven't got any sleep for the past 35 hours. having to find our way back to base, after out transportation got eliminated. Then I remembered Kota, and that she would tell me to suck it up and keep going. That my life is more important than sleep, and so are my comrades around me. -Week 14~ day 2, 700 hours.

"Fine, one hour. In and out. When that hour is up, we're gone whether you like it or not." "Okay, thank you."

Chapter 11: Twelve Hours The encrypted phone screen glowed in the dark like a threat I couldn’t escape. Twelve hours. That was all the syndicate had given us before they would drop the edited video that would destroy Callan’s life and mine. My hands were still shaking as I set the phone down on the nightstand.