Novel & Cerita Workaholic Characters

she asked pulling out her biggest puppy eye face she could muster. "I never said I was working today" he countered before she could get ahead of herself. Anette gasped because she had never heard him say he was not working. If there was no need to work he would intentionally create some for himself. He was what one would call a workaholic. "What plans do you have then?" "I don't want to tell you because I know you would tease me," he said taking the whole covers off his body and turning his body so his legs could reach the ground.

The quiet hum of the engine filled the space between them, each lost in their own world of thoughts Ava stared out the window, her gaze distant. She thought about the life she was returning to….work. That one constant that her life seemed to revolve around. She had been a workaholic, she admitted, though the realization was neutral. For years, she had lived only by schedules and responsibilities, never making room for anything that wasn’t essential. She hardly interacted with her colleagues despite working alongside them for so long, and love? That had been a myth in her life until Liam.

I was left with a broken heart and a hefty bank account. After that I vowed, I wouldn’t fall for any women because I had a bad streak of thug women in my life until Lizzy came sauntering around and I just couldn’t resist the temptation. Though there is one thing I never experienced when I was with Veronica (the evil ex), she never occupied my mind like Lizzy does. I was very much the same workaholic I always am when I was with Veronica. With Elizabeth though, I’m anything but a workaholic, work is the last thing that’s on my mind these days, a certain blonde takes all the first spots.

She turned and stormed out of his office to hers. She walked to her desk and sat on the chair. She knew she was the one who told him not to involve their relationship at work. But he was overdoing it. She breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. She turned on her computer and started working on the documents she had left since three days ago. She sighed and turned off the computer, not finding work interesting. She walked to the water dispenser and took a glass of water. She gulped the water in one go and tapped her finger repeatedly on the glass. She was the one who gave the instructions and also the one who couldn’t keep up with the rules. She didn’t know why, but Vincenzo’s work attit

“ You don't have to cough into the phone,you know? If you can't get to the hospital yourself,then you'll have to wait till the day is over. You will have to wait till I am back from work, only then would I have the chance to take you to the hospital.” “ you want me to wait till in the evening? Till around four o'clock? Are you hearing yourself? You want me to wait for two bloody hours? Your wife is sick and all you are interested in is making more money and some business meeting. If it were your staffs whose wife's were ill and they came to you for a short leave wouldn't you have granted them permission? Why are you such a workaholic? Why can't you just rest for at least one day or something

Office sick is just another word to cover things off. I come to conclusion that this joy is a over working type and would definitely be able to keep up with the company pace. She’s really the heir after all, no doubt because how the hell would someone who have no idea about the company can just come out of nowhere. Master the company and dirty work in just a week? Things keeps increasing and it’s almost like twenty four hours workaholic machine. I’m going to try my best anyways because I want to get out of the help hole I found myself in this night and staring at the stars could be beautiful.

"No wonder you always turn us down whenever we ask you to go out for lunch. So you were having lunch with your sugar daddy instead. You really have no shame!" Kaia Watson, my lunch buddy, spat disdainfully with eyes full of scorn. After the lunch break ended, my colleagues had gradually returned to their desks. When Frankie Leach from the sales department heard the argument, he chimed in as well. "Yelena Linden, if you had the nerve to sleep with the boss, then we aren't exactly crossing the line when we use your face for a little entertainment, right?"

“Hmmm. To tell you the truth, he’s really strict. He is a Half-Chinese Man. So, it is understandable that he’s like that. Too perfectionist. And they have lots of family traditions. You better watch out.” “Then, do you think he’ll also be strict to me?” “You have to do what the agreement and conditions stated. That’s all. Nothing to worry Charm, if your obedient enough right? So, don’t feel nervous.” He answered giving me peace of mind and sighed. His phone rang again. His lap looks like a table with many things on top of it that has something to do in relation to his work. He is a workaholic… a sacrifice for you Charm. Sigh.

"Not really. I was just concerned that you might want to leave on time, Sir." "I'm used to working overtime," Viggo said. Karina remembered the words of Viggo's former assistant manager from his previous company, who described Viggo as a workaholic. Recalling that, Karina also remembered Sophia's statement that Viggo was the bored son of a conglomerate who was tired of wealth. But compared to Viggo's work style, it didn't reflect at all that Viggo was a rich man's son, as Sophia had just described. "Oh, I see," Karina replied.

He sounded so passionate about it, as anticipated from a Workacholic. Normal people are addicted to drinking, clubbing, smoking and doing drugs, but Axel seems to be addicted to work. He lives and breathes in business. Axel works for long hours, he was always serious. All the work he was doing to keep the company going might be affecting his health and mind, no wonder he was always so cranky. Without thinking, I went to sit beside him, raised my hand and placed it on his cheeks, I ran my thumbs under his eyes, I frowned upon thinking of how hard he beats himself up, it was only when Axel gripped my had, that I realised what I had done Axel gripped my hands, he looked down at me frowning,