Without Merit Novels & Stories

He doesn't intrude in places where he's not needed. So why? Why would he use his influence to get me assigned to his company? What is he trying to achieve? My thoughts got distracted when the rep called out my name. “Miss Muggins…. What do you mean by what you said earlier? That you wanted a change?” “I'm just not fit for the job” I responded firmly, irritation evident in my voice. I didn't care about formality anymore. I mean, if such a big company like M&M Legal Firms and a law firm as such, forgot their morals by assigning a recruit based on favoritism and not merit; it makes sense that I also forget my manners.

She would have to report to him in the morning and she had no idea how he was going to react. It was just before six when they had finished fitness training. She did her best to blend in and not make any noticeable mistakes to bring attention to her. Josh was fully in control and mentioned where everyone could improve. He did not so much as look at her, she knew he was intentionally ignoring her gaze. After training each got a written manual just to familiarize them about the spaceship. There were a lot of listed safety protocols and how to handle the g-force with lift-off. Luckily by the time that people inhabited Meraki Space travel was a norm, and with added technology, it got easie

Instead of weapon. "You deserve to exist. You deserve happiness. You deserve—all of it. Not because you earned it. Not because you atoned enough. But because you are human. And humans deserve dignity. Deserve chance. Deserve—grace. Especially humans who are trying. Who are fighting to be better. Who are using their pain to help others." "But what if I am fooling myself? What if I am not actually good? What if I am just—performing goodness to feel better about being evil? What if everything I do is selfish? Self-serving? Designed to earn forgiveness instead of actually helping?"

“That is the world you married into. Welcome to it.” She stared at him, hurt. “You think I can’t handle it?” “I think you still expect fairness in everything,” he said quietly. “And that is how people like her win because they expect nothing.” Her throat tightened. “So dignity doesn’t matter?” “Dignity doesn’t pay for mercy,” he said, his voice like ice. Something in her broke then , not out of anger, but frustration. “You defended me out there, and now you talk like I should be grateful to be insulted?”

When Quentin said this, his voice clearly lacked conviction. If Elaine truly had exceptional talent, why had she only published one paper in four years? Quentin wasn't stupid. He'd suspected Elaine for a while, but he couldn't bring himself to believe that someone he'd grown up with would commit plagiarism. Samuel fired back, "Then look at which professors in the entire industry dare to take Elaine on now!" Quentin's clenched fist loosened as he remembered Elaine being rejected time after time. Even with massive donations, no lab would accept her. He closed his eyes and finally left in dejection.

"Take this. Consider it compensation from the Thompson family." I looked at the check and—for the first time—I truly felt my past devotion had been worthless. Did they think five years of humiliation and pain could be erased with money? I saw him to the door and made myself clear that Sylvie was no longer any concern of mine. Right before our team left the country for an overseas design event, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was Sylvie's mother. She said Sylvie had fallen ill. Afraid I wouldn't believe her, she switched to a video call.

If she ignored her initial disbelief at the situation, Valery felt inclined to agree with him. If she was nominated as a civilian, would it not mean that this was an act done by someone who only knew her civilian identity? It was strange though. No civilian, trainee Knight or otherwise would have the power or influence to submit a nomination for someone else. Should there not be an added layer of consent requiring her signature? Or if they did not receive that, would they not need the approval of-

“I mean, do I deserve it? Not fishing for compliments, not feeling sorry for myself – but what have I done in my life to deserve so much prosperity? In a few months I could be as good as a Queen, even if it is only temporary.” “Ella, the rich and powerful don’t end up that way because of merit!” Cora argues. “How many of the people running the world actually worked to get where they are? Everyone deserves to be happy… well maybe not the Prince or your old boss, but you do! You might not have done anything remarkable yet, but you’ve also never hurt anyone! You’ve never ruined lives for your own selfish promotion.” “I haven’t been a complete saint.” I remind her. “I mean I’ve stolen and broken

"Unusual access. Assignments that don’t reflect traditional protocol. Can the King explain how those decisions were made?" Richard kept his voice measured. "During a staffing shortage, we relied on individuals willing to go above and beyond. Any appointments made reflected urgency and capability." The representative turned to me next, clearly not finished. "And do you feel your current position was earned by merit alone, Miss—" "Yes," I said before he could finish. I straightened. "We were short-staffed. I volunteered. I’ve worked double shifts, handled high-clearance logistics, and coordinated emergency response while others backed away. That’s leadership, not favoritism."

She knew how proud he was of her expertise while in the business. Penny decided that she had to thank him for his betrayal. If he had not tried to marry her off she wouldn’t have discovered legitimate potentials. Yet she was about to give up that legitimacy to help her family again. “I have, bunny. I do not have the power to steal anymore. If I had anyone I trusted I would have asked this of them instead.” “What about Albert?” Hubert looked hesitant. “He has a business of his own now.” Penny sensed there was more but he didn’t say anything more than that.