Workaholic Characters Novels & Stories

To act normal. Max continued eating like nothing had changed. Like this was still a lunch date. But for me, the air had shifted. I pushed the rest of my salad around my plate, my appetite now completely gone. “Still thinking about work?” he asked. I nodded. “It’s a busy season.” Max reached for his drink, leaned in a little. “You’ve always been a workaholic. That’s one of the things I admire about you, you know. You never do anything halfway.”

Whenever he got in that office, it was hard to come out. Why? That's because he's a workaholic. I wonder what sort of human is he. I wonder if, he's a ghost or something. How can one not take any meal since morning while working and be okay with it? He's such a workaholic! He acts like a robot. "You're crazy, Sophia. Look, I can read you like an open book. It's all written over your face" he said as he pointed at my face. " I told you, I don't like him!" I yelled again angrily as I slammed my hands on the table.

said Taya. "Then where is he?" asked Nancy. "How should I know? All I know is he didn't come to the company at all today," said Taya with a shrug. 'He didn't come to the company?' Based on Nancy's understanding of Yaacob, that man was a workaholic, so it was impossible for him not to have come to work even if the sky was about to fall down.

Ashton Ryan Coopers, a 24 years old man has his priority set. Work comes first, work comes second and It's also work which comes at last. In a nutshell, he is a pure workaholic as he has nothing else to occupy his time. His dedication, seriousness and honesty have earned him a prestigious name in his work field. He had joined PSF (Phoenix Security Firm) when he freshly graduated from school. He couldn't continue his study furthermore as he had to be the only bread earner for his family of 2 members.His mom and him. Now that he has lost his mother due to cancer, he finds himself confined with work most of the time.

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.

When I heard about how things turned out for them, I couldn't help but feel conflicted. Both Theodore and Cassandra had started with good prospects. Theodore was capable. If he hadn't mixed personal matters with work, he might really have made it into the headquarters. Cassandra was young and attractive. If she'd been willing to work, she could've built a decent career. Instead, they let desire and selfishness cloud their judgment and ruin their own futures. After everything was settled, work at the branch company gradually returned to normal. My coworkers trusted me more, and they felt increasingly motivated.

Inside lays the lunch box I prepared for my husband. I hope he will like this. Just then, the four-wheeled vehicle came to a halt. Mustering a sweet smile on my lips, I straighten the wrinkled part of my skirt –from sitting on the seat- before heading towards the front desk. Martin works in an entertainment company as a manager. He was always busy. So, sometimes he tends to forget to eat his lunch. Martin is very dedicated when it comes to working. He is a workaholic, always placing his utmost focus on whatever he was working with, which makes me adore him more.

Carter’s POV I’m just getting into work it’s past 9. I’m usually here earlier than that, like my brother Johnny likes to say I’m a workaholic. He’s not wrong I busy myself deep in work, I like my work. I might be the ceo and own everything but I still see no reason to slack off, work makes me happy.

"I'm sometimes... busy." "You remind me of my dad," I said, letting out a soft, dramatic sigh. I looked away for a moment, as if remembering something both fond and frustrating. "He was a busy old man. His mind was always in his office, even when he was home. And even till now, he still is. My brother joined him in the same regard, and now, we have two workaholics in the family." I brought my gaze back to his, a playful accusation in my eyes. "And now, you've joined the number. I don't know how to feel about that. My world is getting filled with men who are married to their work."

he said before grinning my way. “I guess enjoying some downtime isn’t a bad thing. There’s no rush for you to jump into starting anything new,” I said reassuringly. I honestly wondered how long Ace could stay still without doing any work. Although he may not like to admit it, I could tell that Ace was quite a workaholic. He is also very passionate about his work and his career and that was something that I truly admired in him from the very beginning. I was surprised that Ace was still spending his days idly; however, I also thought that it was good enough that he was enjoying himself.