Without Merit Novels & Stories

She lowered her head and apologized, “I’m sorry. I had some urgent matters that day. I’ll strive to be better.” Her sincerity placated Manager Hayley’s anger. She said, “I won’t look into your promotion but you should know the real reason behind it. Despite that, I hope you understand the planning department emphasizes on merit, not personal connections.” Monique kept her eyes on the floor and pursed her lips. Manager Hayley was right and she knew it. In an unhurried voice, the manager said, “Many in the department are unhappy with this development. I believe you wouldn’t want people to doubt your abilities. So, I have a proposal.”

She was clearly well-versed in the subject matter, and her answers were both thoughtful and thorough. As the test came to an end, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She had been so sure that Merit was hiding something, but her performance had been flawless. Emma realized that she had been unfair to Merit, judging her based on her own biases and assumptions rather than her actual work. Had she been mistaken about Merit?

She said with disgust "Yeah, I'm not worth anything, not even a dog's compassion. More reason why you should stay out if my business. My father doesn't care then who are you to?" /////////////////////////////////////////////////////// So at this point, I think I have to ask you guys, team Pearl or team Greg?? Do you think Pearl overreacted?? Check out my other books; The CEO’s secret and beautiful faults

“Merit, my sweetheart, Mrs Morgan and I had been friends before I gave birth to you. Please go home. Please.” Merit moved her head slightly left, slightly right and then, tears came out of her tears. This was when her mother couldn’t take it again and she left her daughter and walked up to Mrs Morgan and said without sitting down. “Merit took you like her own mother. Same respect she gives me, that’s the same honor she always gives you. I never expected this from you. It shouldn’t have come from you. You disappointed me.” When Mrs Morgan saw how angry she was, she stood up and wanted to embrace her, but she shifted backward, avoiding her embrace.

A dog slips free of its leash and darts toward the street, only to pause at the curb, distracted by a scent, missing the wheels by inches. Small mercies. Not miracles. Just softness. As if the world has decided it is allowed to be kind when she is near. That is not how fate works. That is not how the system works. Mercy is not a default state. Mercy is an anomaly. And Nora carries it without force, without prophecy, without demanding a rewrite. She simply stays, and the world behaves differently around her. The weave still does not react. Fate is not here. That is the other wrongness.

“Being the heir is messy. You cannot be heir if you cannot accept the clean and the unclean.” “Then teach me how to clean,” I said, and there was a raw edge to my voice I hadn’t intended. He looked at me as if assessing a patient. “You will need to script mercy,” he said. “Protocols that mitigate fallout. But mercy takes bandwidth. And mercy can be gamed. You’ll have to accept imperfection—either as a cost or a failure.”

The kind I never believed I could earn. The proposal today… was not a surprise in the traditional sense. A woman knows. We feel when love has matured into something deeper, something that wants a home and a name. But the shock came from something else, from realizing that I felt worthy enough to accept it. That was the miracle. Not the ring. Not the title: fiancee. Not the future wedding everyone will eventually talk about. The miracle is that I did not shrink. I did not apologize for wanting this. I did not brace for pain. I just said yes.

Marco retorted quickly. "Oh, yes, Ms. Wood is truly outstanding. Whatever happens, it will not affect her, right?" Marco was dumbfounded when he realized he was once again trapped by Henry's words. He responded coldly, "Stop the nonsense and justify yourself. "If she did something wrong, she would face the consequences. After all, just because she has merits doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants in the workplace. "Furthermore, with merits come corresponding rewards!" "Well said!" Henry exclaimed loudly, "You're entirely right, Mr. White. Regardless of contributions, one can't act recklessly in the company by relying solely on past performance.

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

“I’m not asking for pity or special treatment. I’m asking for the same standard to be used for everyone else. Don’t judge me by my ZIP code or my relationship status. Judge me by my work, not what you think I’ve done.” A reporter raised her hand. “Ms. Thompson, what do you say to people who say that Marcus Mercer is being unfair?” “By saying that Aria Chen-Mercer, not Marcus, promoted me. That an independent board reviews my work. That my performance metrics are public and excellent. That saying that every successful woman must be sleeping her way to the top is an insult to every woman who has ever worked hard.” “Did Marcus Mercer pay for your mother’s medical care?”