Workaholic Characters Novels & Stories

After three days of spending time in his office she started bringing her own stuff. Ploping her laptop in front, she worked as he screamed into phones and god knows what muttered to his goons. She realised, inside the four walls of office he was extremely workaholic. She hardly ever saw him relaxed and chatting with his people. He would be either clenching his teeth because someone didn't follow his order or carry his stoic face around the table where he worked for hours.

I wanted it to be perfect so she could be swept off her feet. In a couple of minutes, my car pulled into the firm’s compound, and the engine was turned off. I stepped out and made my way inside quickly. Just as I expected, some of the staff weren’t there yet. The ones who were at work were the workaholics who hated going home or having a little time to themselves. Each time they had a moment to themselves, they would surely come back to the firm and immerse themselves in work. I guess that was what made them happy.

“Hey, why don’t we grab a coffee this afternoon?” Cliff suggested, glancing at Ethan, who was focused on a stack of papers, studying them for their next meeting. Ethan looked up, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t have time for that, Cliff. There’s way too much work to be done, as you can see.” Cliff laughed, undeterred. “You work too much, man. You're a certified workaholic. Seriously, If there was an award for the hardest worker, it’d go to you, Ethan Cogsworth.”

She felt awful. She touched his stubble, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't give her heart and even if she could, they were not a good match. He was a workaholic and so was she. Although he was irresistibly sweet and would definitely make time for the one he loved, she couldn't say the same about herself. Besides, work could get busy sometimes. There could be immense pressure in the company and they would need people to take their minds off of it sometimes. With two people who were wired the same way, both CEOs of multinational companies and both trying to maintain some balance between their lives and work, it would never work out.

He tend to get like that sometimes when he was stressed out or trying to get his mind off something. Going into full action mode and doing anything he remotely felt needed to be done, whether or not it was something he ought to have concerned himself with or not. Work was the only reliable thing he knew, it kept him busy and distracted. And all his life, he had always needed some form of distraction at one point or another. It was how he had slowly worked his way into being a habitual workaholic. Sophie stared at him for a while, wondering whether or not she should have been offended at how fast he had been to abandon the task. A more considerate Husband would have lovingly insisted. Sebasti

"Benedict, are you okay? You've been like this for days—running on fumes." Benedict's jaw clenched as he gripped the edge of the desk. "I'm fine. Just keep everything on track." But Jake could see the fatigue in the eyes of his boss, a shadow of something more profound than just exhaustion. Benedict had never been one to show weakness, but some thing was gnawing at him. He had always been a workaholic, drowning himself in business to avoid dealing with the painful emotions he refused to confront. But now, it was different.

one girl asked her boss. "You don't know him, that's why you're saying this. He is Aaron Benson, one of the top CEOs in the world. He is so workaholic, works straight 16 hours, and even sometimes forgets to have lunch or dinner. He never wasted a single second of his life. " her boss replied to her assistant. "Still, isn't he nervous about whether he will get a contract or not?" "no" her eyes popped out, listening to the voice of the person about whom they were talking.

I said in my mind though I don't know about today but for me,I achieved something I stared at him closely. "Your food will get cold if you don't eat up" I said this time not too nervous. He totally ignored me I felt like a fool,then he quietly replied. "I really wanted to finish this typing works but there's a lot of pages remaining,I don't want to fail". Apart from being calm ,etc,he is a workaholic,a freaking workaholic,kinda the type that sees failure as something worse than death. "But if you don't eat,something else is gonna fail".

I asked “Until I am ready to put to bed,” Maya laughed “No way, that’s in line 7 months, I have work,” Andrew said with a straight face “You see Melanie, advice 101, never marry a workaholic” Maya said pointing a finger at Andrew “Good thing I am not a workaholic” Carl said appearing from behind. “Says who?” Andrea asked appearing also “Andrea?” Carl called out as if she had sold him out. “You work all the time, when you are happy you work, when you are angry, you work” Andrea laughed

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