Workaholic Characters Novels & Stories

He immediately begins organizing his papers– a compulsion he can’t suppress. Oliver lines up his pens, straightens the stack of files and adjust his chair. Everything must be in its place. Yet, his mind is not on the paperwork. It is on the way Harper’s hand felt on his arm. On the way she said ‘I am all yours.’ He sits and opens his laptop, but his icy blue eyes keep drifting toward the clock on his wall. He stares at it for a few seconds, then shakes hi head and clicks a file open. “Focus,” he mutters to himself. The clock on the wall ticks steadily. 2:45 PM. He tries to focus on the Q4 spreadsheets, but every time he closes his eyes, her see the way seraphine looked at Harper. That specif

"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."

Jareth says in reply. "Adhara, how did you end up with the love of Jareth's life?” curious Charles asks. "What do they say?” i ask in a daze. “He was a workaholic. He was the only wolf who, having the management of an entire company, set about creating his own without neglecting his work. The man in front of you, not only slept little, but, he only thought about working.” Jackson reports. "That's why his father found Allison. They were afraid that the man would die with such abstinence.” Says Jackson smiling.

There must be a lot of pending tasks. Vicky was concerned about his health, so she asked him not to work more than eight hours a day. In the past, she would be with him every day, strictly managing his schedule. Since she stopped following him around, he reverted to his workaholic nature. After coming upstairs, instead of heading to their room, Tyler went to the study again. Around midnight, Vicky heard the sound of the neighboring door closing and realized that he had worked until midnight again. Several days passed without Vicky and Tyler crossing paths.

"Yeah, he is too workaholic Gohar. Even he was ready to go to the office. I can't tell you When I got up I have seen him sitting here and was going to have breakfast at his time. Honestly, I didn't know whether to praise him for his punctuality or should be mad at him for leaving his newly wedded wife at home." Everyone started laughing hilariously listening to that and I looked at him and he was still sitting there with a stunning face and was taking sips of his tea. As soon as he finished he waited for everyone to finish and till then he got busy on phone. I was having my breakfast and after that when everyone was done he got up and was going to the room. "Where are you going now??" "To of

The laptop screen turn darkens. My fingers tapped the edge of the table. The clock on the wall almost pointed at 11:10. Soon it was time to rest. I rubbed the rough face. Since I came to work, my focus has disappeared. There's nothing I can think of with a clear head. Screwed ... screwed ... screwed up! I didn’t finish my work. Rough, I grabbed the snacks in the jar and chewed them until they ran out. After that, go back to take the food again to chew again until leaving the jar only.

When both the boss and colleague suddenly became workaholics… that was never a good sign. They’d only been flying for three hours. What if they worked the remaining nine hours straight? Charlie used the intercom to ask the flight attendant Mia for coffee and iced water. Jerry: …Welp, here it comes. When he’s in a bad mood, he starts overworking himself—and everyone else along with him. He looked at Candice: Come on, lady, couldn’t you have at least lied to him a little? The cabin’s oxygen levels were comfortably maintained, but in a situation like this, it felt like being trapped in a walk-in freezer—every shallow breath chilled to the core.

He winked, flashing me a warm smile that caused a nice feeling to fill my chest. Yes! I was back to being human again! I mean, I could still feel the emotional numbness but it had really dwindled to almost nothing. “But the companies…” “They can wait, Linda. They can.” He closed his laptop but before he could, I caught a glimpse of what was on the screen. It was a movie. Who was this man? Skipping work, lying in bed with me while watching N*****x? He was a workaholic so it really had me taken aback. But I loved it. I loved him.

It must be nice having all your friends meet your man over dinner. " Try getting off early too. Don't overwork yourself." Lydia advised. Sophia tugged her hand impatiently to spend a second more in the office. "She will be fine. Adel is a workaholic. She loves working over." Sophia said, their voices faded, the farther they got from the cabin. The hall seemed busy as most workers were also getting ready to close for the day. I turned my attention back to the screen. "Awwn she is just a hard worker. I never knew people tied to blood money knew how to work hard like regular people." Kimberly's voice drew as she dropped her goody-shoes act as soon as our supervisors were gone.

Instead, it was about their project. Once the two started talking about work, they would forget even the passage of time. The two were the same type of person—workaholics.